There were times when madness coursed through her veins and fleeting light shone in her eyes. She wanted to jump up and thrash about and avenge her broken heart, then quickly she would say to herself with great scorn, "How can it be right for Nitocris to compete with a woman who sells her body for pieces of gold?" Her blood would cool down and the sadness would freeze in her heart like deadly poison in the stomach.
Today it had been proven to her that there were hearts other than hers suffering pain as a result of the King's irresponsibility.
Three novels of ancient Egypt: Khufu's wisdom ; Rhadopis of Nubia ; Thebes at war