Lion Head Mesa Third Time's the Charm?

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he had just dismissed belen from her most pleasant of attending; she had laughed and flounced away, somehow failing to notice the boy waiting in the shadows. but ramesses' spine prickled from the awareness of being watched.
this late there was only a single shaft of moonlight glowing down into his throne-room. the long darkness was velveteen. eventually it would spin to the gold of early morning and he would retire to chase dreams in his sleep.
it was not a fellahin who crouched there; and not a noble in akashingo would have waited so long to announce themselves.
pharaoh half-turned toward his doorway.
and then he heard the voice of the priest, and relented. whatever happened beyond his chambers did not matter; another would tend it.
pharaoh crossed to his couch and was soon asleep in its embrace.