Lion Head Mesa palm

he watched nazli go with an idle shift of his eyes. he could no longer deny the wolfblood that ran in the fellahin children. suppose his jewel had left akashingo with those two already growing and no one the wiser? his mind said that they were sisters. but his heart was hardened and said that no matter for whom jawahir had intended them, the jewel had filthied themselves.
they must be purified with his absence.
"such as?" ramesses murmured, walking slowly along the beaten shore.