Spotted Eagle Mountain snake

how did she want him to die?

not at all, that was how! she wanted him to go in his sleep or surrounded by his oh-so-loyal fellahin. she wanted him to be the man she remembered looking upon fondly as her father. not a man that felt only like pharaoh. that she must bring down with her own hands.

it cannot be bloody. her voice strained against her tightening throat. the hem has instructed me on such things. what must be done with those left behind and — dizzy, nauseous. she must be steel and yet she felt like sand! shifting, changing under the weight of these steps.

and if i fail, then may akashingo crumble under the weight of the pharaoh's madness, and may i not be there to see it.