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The smell of blood and sweat under the smoldering heat of the sun's rays bothers Moses's scent of smell. Stomach churning as other scents of food filters within causes him to take a quick walk to the distance bushes near the river finally puking out the contents in his stomach. Tears rolls down his stomach. This strange illness is getting worse.
Moses trembles a little feeling fatigue. Memories of Ramses's hot and cold attitude towards him while he taken him several times in the horse coral or the farthest stables from within the palace in hearing reach while always stating not to reveal their relationship if it could be call even that.. This last time its worse. Moses had more bruises that he found it hard to make any excuses.
Around him the slaves continue their work. The sight causes his heart to ache. The feeling of kinship keeps coming back and forth in him. It is as if he should be there helping not on the sideline having to act he's superior than them. Clenching his hands into fists, Moses comes to a decision. He has to leave. Its getting harder to hold back the angry words each dinner after keeping an eye on the work of the new work that be Pharaoh Seti's legacy.