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to gucci's great credit, he had tried. that alone softened the hard edge of qiao's stare.

prince crowfeather missing was a novelty, but not a problem as far as qiao was concerned. perhaps she was wrong in that assumption - perhaps he was of great importance to ramesses. one thing qiao knew from her singular encounter with the prince was there were not many stones they needed to overturn before they found him.

she straightened as gucci approached, a revelation clutched between his lips like a prize. my services to the pharoah have been bought. qiao's lips turned in a scant smile. jester, prince, seer -- we all serve a purpose to the king. would you like to know where i think your little prince is?

it did not take divination, or even great prowess, to single out where crowfeather was likely heading. qiao had been clued in from germanicus alone that the prince was something special to him - she thought it no coincidence that crowfeather was gone within few scarce days of her relaying germanicus' message.