Cleopatra’s Needle – Tom Howard

She ignored the New Cairo mayor sitting across from her until he spoke.

“We are honored by your presence so soon after your last visit to the Western Lands, Your Highness.”

Cleopatra, the forty-seventh pharaoh of that name, turned her attention from the gray skyscrapers outside the limousine window. The Royal Scribe sat beside her, his tablet on his knee. Natura, her niece and the Royal Handmaid, appeared deep in thought, but Cleopatra knew she, like the others, listened for an explanation of the unexpected trip. The Guard Captain, Rekeen, did not look at her. Of all her confidants, only he knew her true purpose visiting these chilly lands.

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