Lion Head Mesa Two Auguries

The smoothness of his expression fell away into sand, to show a hundred different imprints. His face was halved, one eye blunt and dangerous, while the other remained soft, and finally with his voice there was no more lingering resignation despite its ask.

“Who better to care for our Queen, than the one she most trusts? Who better to lead Akashingo, than the man who knows it thoroughly, from fellahin to Prince? Who better to join with the Gods, than the Priest who gives his life to them?”

And to endow her own words she kneeled, recumbent before her Pharaoh.