Khay twitched his pleated linen overskirt back over the bandage. “I’ve heard you, Merikare,” he said. “What you said and what you’ve left unsaid. ‘If Your Highness can manage to refrain from climbing over that fallen statue like one of your own brats until it’s healed’—that’s what you meant.”
The physician’s mouth betrayed a quiver, but he replied gravely enough, “I’d never be so impertinent, Highness.”
(from Pharaoh’s Son,
by Diana
Wilder)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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