Lion Head Mesa Ō kara no tegami

to carry news of the saints was one thing. to carry a flowered note of marriage was quite another.

this time he did look toward crowfeather. if satsu was to be married, then perhaps it was not that sort of entertainment they had found together.

germanicus was limned with shame. the pleasures that maggie had given him were scarcely recalled, and in the muzzy darkness it was not her he had wished was with him.

in his hand he crumpled the proverbial paper. ramesses meant it politically.

"i will be gone some days. if the saints return, call to me. i will surely hear."

if there was nothing else, the centurion would bow before satsu before turning away to take himself from akashingo at once.