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Rashepses is predictable in rage and in his ego, the dog assured with the wave of a paw. I assume it will be easy enough to coax him into folly. The opinions of the nobility are important to remember as well. We needn't do anything rash ourselves, only turn the court against him, and luckily for us, he seems intent on making that easy enough, doesn't he? A small smile, comforted.

No fear, Machiavelli agreed, turning to gather the cacti drink, one for himself, one for Senmut. We shan't feed his hubris any longer. And the container was extended for the prince to tap his own against.

Oh, I suppose, the man replied, sighing teasingly and rolling his eyes, but only because you asked so sweetly. He brushed a paw against the flaxen cheek. Accompany me on my last chores and then I beg you let us return here and sleep. I fear I am so exhausted my eyebags are growing eyebags.