"You will succeed. It is foreseen."
"I see in your eyes you don't believe it either."
Aapep looked away, up at the death god towering over us.
"Do you want to flee? I will help you. If that's what you want I will get you past the gates. But I don't know where you could go."
"To my mother's people. Or further, to my father's people."
"You've never felt like we are your people?"
I managed a weak smile. "You are my people, Aapep. You will always be my brother. But this city is not the place for me."
"Your mother made her home here. Even as a slave she had fame as a dancer, and you know the money she earned was her own. My father never took a thing from her or forbid her any wish."
"Save leaving."
"Those are the laws of the city. And, Sacmis, I do not believe leaving was ever her wish
