“…tenders His regrets at having kept His brother so long at the palace. Princess Nephritiri was desirous of having all the details that Teremun could give her regarding the young Greek who wishes to wed her.” Seti radiated distaste—for the Greek attaining to a daughter of the royal house, for having to enter the disturbing temple of the Lord of the Dead, for being in the presence of the high priest.
Khentemsemet bared his teeth in a parody of friendliness. “We…that is, I thank you for your consideration of our priest.”
The chief minister didn’t wait for permission to leave—his rank was equal to that of the high priest. He turned his back on us and left.
“Now, why would the Pharaoh send such an important man on such a pedestrian errand?” Khentemsemet cracked his knuckles, something he di
