Lion Head Mesa Influx

“Here arrives Prince Rashepses of Ta-senet, Iry-pat of the right bank.”

He arose in full state with his retinue to officiate his coming, festooning with gilded wealth, a trio of trotting goats and other accouterments leading up from the South. A sampling of the bride price offered by the river kingdom.

The group of courtiers parted and the Prince’s dark stride cut through them, long strands of his black nape caught abeam in the high desert winds.

He tilted his own muzzle back to sing for Toula. For his Queen.