Lion Head Mesa scour [m]

Ramesses called for the mazoi on this night. She had known that he would call for her, but he did not expect it to be so soon.

Led by one of the fellahin, Sokha climbed to where the mesa could be easily overlooked. There stood the pharaoh, waiting.

Joining at his side, she listened for his words.

   "Are you prepared to become a priestess?"

I am. Spoken confidently and without hesitation.

On any occasion, she would have gladly done whatever he asked of her. But this time... this time she wanted this. Not yet did she know precisely why, but she knew all the same.