In the library Evelyn sees a great hypostyle hall, columns stretching long and tall with ornate capitals, the lotus flower a curling bud to support the many lintels. Her progress is slow for the admiring, a beringed finger dragging over supposed sandstone and alabaster.
It is Egypt's domain, the God's domain she is Egypt-touched God-touched it is hers.
Pausing at the edge of a wide base, a curtain and flickering light beyond in the dark she takes a careful breath. Someone is there - the Medjai know better than to hide in the shadows unless ordered, their duty to be a present show of strength comes first. Visible protection comes first.
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In the library Evelyn sees a great hypostyle hall, columns stretching long and tall with ornate capitals, the lotus flower a curling bud to support the many lintels. Her progress is slow for the admiring, a beringed finger dragging over supposed sandstone and alabaster.
she is Egypt-touched
God-touched
it is hers.
Pausing at the edge of a wide base, a curtain and flickering light beyond in the dark she takes a careful breath. Someone is there - the Medjai know better than to hide in the shadows unless ordered, their duty to be a present show of strength comes first. Visible protection comes first.
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