Lion Head Mesa dawn's child

"since before you were born," pharaoh snorted. not quite a laugh; he was not ready for such. he still did not like what had come to his lands, and he was not sure how he might hold order while the young hawk at his side spread her golden wings and flew boldly toward the sun.
"tell me what is in your mind," ramesses said, and he set his eyes upon the land long coveted.
would he have it at last?