“For what purpose would you ask this of us?”
In a steady soprano voice Cleopatra Philopater answered, “My people, Lord Anubis, are far greater than myself and their needs will always be the needs of the pharaoh,” her reply rang true to the ears of the god and he nodded at her once more. At least she was honest with him – although Anubis did wonder at the amount of altruism she professed; Anubis couldn’t begin to count the number of times that newly crossed mortals had thought to tell him a dishonest tale.
Cleopatra was no fool she knew Octavian and his practices well. In her youth Cleopatra had practiced the same. At least two of her siblings had gotten in her when way and had to be removed. Survival must be guaranteed. Of her younger children Cleopatra was sure that they would be sent to Rome. They were still young enough that there was little doubt in her mind that they could be molded into what the Roman Empire wanted. Cleopatra was sure that her daughter could well prove wily enough to save herself in that often treacherous land.
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