Heart of the Sahara by M.L. Garza
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They did not understand that the wine in her golden goblet was not a sweet as the blood of the Libyan lioness goddess she'd killed earlier. The one they named Tan It it was not duty to her. It was her pleasure. She would do it still if she were a goddess of anything else. Segment lived for the glory of Egypt and the defense of her borders. She would do so even if it meant her death. So what was it to them if she found excitement in such things? Was she not allowed? What will you all do when we return home? WEP were wet. Asked them between bites. Servants weaved around each other as they struggled to keep up with the famished gods. The human ranking soldiers below them. Eight at a more leisurely pace, though they to eight as much as they could. Pharaoh Roz Army was not an inexpensive one to support during its campaign rest. So back granted, we have been It wore nearly two years now. I'm tired of it. I feel the same. Satis nodded. It will be good to be home again. Segment scowled when set to had to nod in agreement. Old women, the lot of them, a little bit of true battle, and they're all fatigued. It's been two years, my lady, he shrugged, an answer to her silent rebuke. It is time to go home as you say, she said with a sigh. Perhaps you are all right. Of course we are set said he offered her a piece of bread, which she accepted gratefully. You'll be glad to see the great river and the city of your father again, will you not? I will, she admitted. And other things as well. I cannot wait to see a proper bath house and garden, Satis said. The desert is no place for civilized folk. The desert was cleansing in a way that these foods could not see, but segment let it be. As she chewed her bread, her mind traveled as it so often did two things she had missed, a swell not the bathhouses or fine silks, but other people. It was not just the place she missed, but some of those left behind family friends. The reason she fought so hard to keep her country free from these foreign invaders