“No need for such formality today, Lady,” he said. “It is a time for celebration.”
“Majesty?” She raised her eyebrows, thinking back to her conversation with Ankhesenamun — not at all sure that there was cause for celebration.
“You have met the nomarch Tefnakhte before, I think?”
Nezem-mut looked at Tutankhamun’s companion.
“I believe so, Majesty.” She remembered him now. He was the governor of the nome in which Akhetaten was situated.
“He has brought Pharaoh an important petition.”
“Indeed?” Nezem-mut was puzzled that she had been called rather than Ankhesenamun for such an event.
“Do you want to hear what he has so earnestly requested?”
Tefnakhte was smiling at her, his eyes pleasantly wrinkled at the sides as he looked into hers.
Nezem-mut bowed her head. She did not really car
