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Silence hangs heavy upon the mouth of the chosen jodai.
Toula is to be pharaoh.
She had wished for it, prayed for it in secret, but never before had she thought this would be considered; said aloud by the woman herself. Zaahira thought to give Rashepses a smile; I told you so; but it does not come. The Queen now offers him her hand. The knife-stab of his jaw, the strike of smooth voice, a memory: you will bow to me.
She will not. He just does not know it yet.