Lion Head Mesa Wishing You the Best in the Worst Way

The sputterings of a mad man! Rashepses would acknowledge this only as a loss of mind rather than an effort to de-throne him.  Yet, he should feel the lash for such foolishness, the tongue should run in another way.

“You are an insolent servant. Pharaoh is very much alive,” he snapped, rolling his shoulders beneath the touch.

It was Muat-riya that had bred this boorish man, the sesh and their ilk. Where had such chaos budded? He would speak of increased punishments for mortal impudence.

“How long have you lived in the cenote,  fellahin?”