Lion Head Mesa weighing feathers

ramesses looked at the man. for a moment his lips parted; it seemed as though he would relent.
"no." his gaze swept to the physician. "tavina has given him medicine. he sleeps for now." ramesses circled the man, returned to his throne. "he is a respected person here. and i know nothing about you." his lazuli eyes were hard.
"if he is a prince, then who will pay akashingo for his care? it has been skilled. the queen herself has attended his side."
pharaoh smiled with the smug intention of a man who has maneuvered another into a corner.