Lion Head Mesa Atum

The girl drew alongside him to guide him to her place of worship. Bayek did not hesitate to follow her, dutiful head hanging low, amethyst eyes ever watchful. He traced the path in his mind as they walked. The Medjay would not forget this important place. It would serve him well, to have things that he sought while he patrolled or traveled. Iset would be pleased, the princess would be pleased; he could see nothing wrong with these self-assigned tasks.

As they walked, she explained that Senmut had assisted her in finding the place. She hoped that he – Bayek – would find it satisfactory. The Medjay could not help but smile slightly at this proclamation. He did not think that his likes should be considered, in this matter. She was kind. The young royal members were sound in their hearts, he believed.

Toula explained that she could feel Iset close to her heart. The dark wolf bowed his head in understanding. His motion was reverent. She was even sweet enough to ask who he prayed to most. Bayek thought of Siwa and the warm sun.

I pray most to Amun. The way that Iset is in your heart, in your spirit always… so is Amun, in mine.

The smiled gratefully to the young girl.