In truth, the Dashur Mines are walking distance from the Nile. But I don’t want Camilla following me, so I take great pains to fly about in multiple directions. I avoid the thought that I’m secretly angling for another look at the woman of my dreams.
Sadly, there’s no sign of her. Such a shame.
Such a shame.Eventually, I touch down by a deserted stretch of shoreline. Vessels float by with the Nile’s current. Moonlight reflects on the shifting waters. Insects chitter nearby. Now that the moon is high, I can magically access the door to Horus’ party from anywhere along the river.
No rush.
No rush.A foul taste creeps into my mouth. Horus’ parties involve a lot of alcohol and pretending to laugh at his terrible jokes. I’ve always avoided them. And after the enjoyable conversation with Cami
