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now ramesses truly looked at the figure, and she upon him. but pharaoh did not feel familiarity in the frostmourne eyes of the stranger. yet beneath them he straightened, for here he was not underling nor specialist nor scribe-aspirant.
he was only himself.
the man said nothing, only settled himself upon his haunches elegantly. in ramesses, a gold-tipped streak of unearned confidence; that he would not be attacked; that he would not be harmed; that Amun would protect him. and it showed in the brazen tilt of his ears toward her, the haughty mien of his build.