Lion Head Mesa sunflower

senmut had just fallen asleep when her summons came. bleary-eyed and stumbling, he rolled from his bed at once and followed the fellahin.

"great one, may your name live forever," the priest said in a voice husky with sleep, and prostrated himself before her until she bid him rise.

and then senmut took up his usual position: slightly to her left, straight-spined, ready to receive and record her words.