Lion Head Mesa Primrose

"then learn. learn with me," khaemwaset half-begged into the pale gold of neith's existence.

he stood back; he stood tall; he lifted her paw to his lips and turned back toward akashingo, toward the red thrones in the vaulted room.

"all we must know is there, neith. we must sit. we must listen to the darkness whispering." his eyes danced a giltshadow dance; he drew her toward the doorway.

"sit there," khaemwaset said when they had come to the great room; he said this breathlessly of the throne that had belonged first to queen satsu, then queen treva.

he wanted to see neith instated as the portrait loomed over them both.