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the sesh kept herself immovable. "i was under the impression that you would make these plans after the seventy days are complete, great one." tavina paused. "those in akashingo will talk. your decree might be the only thing that stops this."

but she would not press. she looked at the food, then at the pharaoh. he grew worse each day. it was not befitting their status as royal epicenter of the flatlands. and it did nothing for his ambitions of expansion.

"i recommend the neb gucci to your court. his words may be of comfort to you, great one. you should not be alone."

pharaoh did not respond.

"have you recently been to the wellspring?" tavina asked. when there was again no answer, she went on. "i suspect that the mazoi will deliver in the summertime." anything to bring him back from this slow-falling precipice.