Lion Head Mesa ascendant

ramesses knew the words, the prophesies, the lore, the law. he watched makono first, and then siptah, as akhtar poured out wormwood over their ears.
both of them regal and gilded; each of them divine. he wished siptah would capitulate. he wished makono would see reason.
worry and anger vied in his heart.
"speak!" he suddenly shouted, his voice reverberating around the throne room.