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oh, a son.

and her heart felt pain for siptah.

she helped to clean the newborn boy; she wiped the slickness of birth and blood from between his tiny folded ears. "a perfect prince, my lady," she praised treva.

she kept an eye on the other's flank, but tradition must be honored. and so away she stepped again, to the den's-door.

"a son, divine one."

tavina was back at treva's side before she saw any expression on the pharaoh's face.