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he was more handsome now that he spoke. his voice was the timbre of a falling tree. belen found it wonderfully masculine and so different from the cunning and silken ways that her pharaoh employed himself. but she would heed the listener. she was here as an emissary from akashingo, so she believed. and she must act that way. "she has given me permission to practice offering the pleasures i learned at the palace. pleasure-magick, she said." belen gave him a winning smile.