Lion Head Mesa Crows will hang pine boughs at your window,

there it was, then.
ramesses took a slow breath; his chin lifted. his eyes glowed. "she has gone into the night, into the embrace of the One Who Walks with Stars."
"akashingo will make a place of tribute for her." he swallowed. "as prince siptah did with his , i want you to oversee this building. not a tomb. only an altar. an obelisk."
ramesses spoke no more.