Lion Head Mesa basium

akavir's voice was sharp. "it means akashingo has put another child onto their throne."

but there was not time to elaborate, for their arrival had been noted and was swiftly addressed in the svelte form of a priest. germanicus knew this man by name but would have known him also by very nature.

the pleasure-loving egyptians never stopped their flaunting.

"hem," germanicus greeted with a polite bow. "i am no longer imperator. these are my allies. we come in search of a truth akashingo may know."

he studied the holy man. quite a time indeed.

"pharaoh makono no longer rules?" he asked carefully.

there was a second man now among them, a dazzling creature with the touch of highblooded lineage upon him. 

germanicus shifted gently, the mien of a watchful soldier ready to brush hand along scabbard in silent promise.

what had gone on here?