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toula looked at him with great reverence. ramesses preened in the rightness of it. she did not speak, his baby princess; she looked to and fro and all around, already with a regal bearing despite her clear childish curiosity.
"the eye of Ra is harsh. it is good that a child be shaded from His eye, at least until such a time that they are able to bear it."
he walked slowly beside the waters, keeping an even gait for toula. the servant followed. "the water is important. its surface is sacred. sacred," ramesses repeated. he had not seen how she mimicked him, and now lifted a paw to gesture the fellahin back, seeing if she would follow suit once more.