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ramesses arched a brow. "a month is a long while. akashingo can accomodate any taste if your answer should later change."
he moved on grandly. "is it your duty or a woman which keeps you from such a feast, soldier?" pharaoh asked. his voice was light, honeyed, and all the while he sought to find a weakness into which he might drape his coils.