I didn’t think it wise to crack any jokes, but I also didn’t try to say the guy’s name because there was no way in hell I’d be able to pronounce it. It’s hard enough to spell. King Suppiluliumas was an older man who held himself with the confidence of a proven warrior. He still looked muscular and ready for combat. He sat on his opulent throne in a large hall on a ridge overlooking Hattusa. While it didn’t sport the colors the Egyptians used, it was still an impressive room with plenty of space. The floor was bricked over, and the walls had patterns painted on them but none of the cool paintings the Egyptians favored. A number of guards and statesmen stood in various parts of the room. Several young men sat in chairs lined up behind the throne. One of the men whispered in the king’s ear. He nodded and faced the room. “I understand my ambassador to Egypt has returned,” Suppiluliumas said. Khattusa-zita approached when called. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “You’ve brought foreigners with you,”
