Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

ramesses glinted coolly. she did not speak like a fellahin, a servant. but she was had not his lordliness. a spy, perhaps. or only a wanderer who put more into caution than trade. pharaoh enjoyed the winnowing, the search. he unfurled himself like a pale banner and gestured toward their backdrop of leaves.
"are you a stranger here?" he entreated, a lazy grin spreading across his features as he tested her with a wave of his plume, wondering if the woman might rise to attend him.
another way to know what sort of stranger she was.