Lion Head Mesa myrrh

ramesses shook his head, at last mollified. "tamar was worthwhile enough as a trade. i want as close to perfection as you are able to provide."
if the fellahin were passing off, it was for lack of trade. "the new physician, tavina." pharaoh set his jaw. "find out what it is she wants here."
his thoughts were not on belen but satsu.
"call for him," pharaoh agreed suddenly, hoarsely, wanting nothing more than the double sort of adoration she and the skilled man could provide.