What is it? I imagine King Tut, ornate headdress in the middle of the table, his icy glare offering no hints as to the cards in his hand. But I've got a straight I'm certain he can't beat. My only problem? I've got nothing to beat that's even remotely as valuable as that headdress. 'I'll owe you a favour?' I say, and he nods his head. A smile plays across his lips, as devious as it is ancient.



Yes, there's a Pharaoh. Yes, there's poker. But is Thomas Lehmann's Favor of the Pharaoh a royal flush?