Lion Head Mesa did you think it was Friday or something?

None are, Arsenio answered gruffly.

The Fellahin are close but only with their bodies. I hear him speak of a Jawahir, a jewel to Akashingo. He has others he seems to enjoy the touch of.

The disgust that showed on the guard’s features was clear. His distaste for the Pharaoh had festered since he had joined the mesa’s ranks. It left him with increased feelings of dread and anger, feelings that he did not know could be managed without risking his life or the lives of others. Besides, Tamar had expressed her concern for the other Fellahin… not that he understood this, either.

The queen may be his closest companion.

Arsenio shrugged, as if to say that it did not matter who filled the ruler’s time. The Greek wanted to know what Shoko desired from his stay there. He wished to know what he might do, before he would do it.