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ramesses did not expect the woman's rebuttal, and suspicion showed plainly in the set of his pretty jaw. for a time he did not answer, thinking of the many ways he had been tested and shaped, had his mettle fail beneath the might of the gods. that was his greatest accomplishment: accepting that the gods existed beyond himself.
even if no other living creature met such a bar.
"they are the only ones worth worship," pharaoh breathed in a slow remembrance of the burning lands and the way Amun had left His footmarks for the great king seti to cherish. "my father taught me so, and his before him." importance. ramesses enjoyed the idea of being important to the impertinent wolf-woman, but knew he needed not her charity to guide his own opinion of himself.
"some demand blood. others sacrifice. and others, lust." who had hatshepsuun made her patron after all?
"i knew such stuff existed," pharaoh said of the snow, "but only high upon mountaintops where only bedouins wandered. they call it talgu. but even they would be shocked to see so much. their god did not prepare them for it. mine did."
all-seeing, all-knowing. ramesses would not ramble himself into vulnerability. "are you one who prides their mind over psalms and praise?"