Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

Arsenio shook his head to her.

I have not been told, but it does not matter.

The misthofóros locked his gaze with Tamar’s.

I will pay whatever the price is and we will be free of this place.

The words were plain. Arsenio did not wish to leave room for doubt. He would not believe that Tamar’s fate was to remain in Akashingo and tend to the wishes and wants of the Pharaoh and the Pharaoh’s queen. He could not understand how that could be her fate. Tamar belonged in the sands, by the ocean water. The sun would glimmer from her eyes.

Then I will take you to the sea and I will feed you fish for days.

Arsenio kissed her, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck.