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ramesses smirked. how cunning she was! "i had a similar thought," he told her with a tip of his muzzle and a glance toward nazli.
she would make the fellahin a spy for herself. and in this way, makono would become the same for ramesses.
"akashingo is three days from mereo. when will you leave? how long will you be gone? what item will you bring as gift and show of our wealth?"
he peppered her with questions a diplomat and emissary must know how to answer.