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If she liked his answer, she didn’t show it. Atreus chewed at the inside of his cheek and paid close attention as she addressed him in turn. She told him what she wanted him to say, so he eagerly rose to the occasion.

Atreus, emissary of Akashingo, he repeated in his usual frank tone, injecting a little bit of imperiousness into it because it really did sound cool. I have come to deliver a message from the pharaoh.

That made him think of the various titles he’d heard for Makono. She had quite a few of them, some very long and hard to remember. If she insisted he memorize any of them, Atreus would do it. And that also gave him another thought.

I feel like only giving a first name sounds sort of informal, he posited, but I don’t have a surname.

Well, his parents had given him Bearclaw, though it wasn’t like Atreus would want to associate with it anymore. He wondered if he could just pick one out of thin air. Or maybe someone like Makono could assign one to him, like Germanicus had done with Icarus.