Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

silvertongue's continued health was guaranteed only if she remained belen. but the arrival of four unknown, divine children confused the fellahin, threatening her delicate memory. siptah. ashikaga. makono. these had been the young ones presented at the last ceremony she could remember. queen satsu had named them before the court, and ramesses had presided. who were these others? the girl belen had been sent as emissary and gift to blackwater islands before the birth of toula and sethnakht; she did not know these names. and so she kept to herself, avoiding anything which pressed a headache upon her in confusion. surely these were only noble pups, perhaps of high standing. but the girl before her glassblue eyes was in a class of her own, a servant to higher power. "dear mazoi," she murmured. "i am belen. let me help you," she insisted, sweeping to the young one's side. "lean on me, si? we will walk together."