Lion Head Mesa sarcophagi

Nazli looked differentially away from Tavina's eye for a moment; but the woman had mentioned Senmut and forbade the girl from seeing him, which riled her all over again.

I—! I have duties with the priests. There are tasks I must do, her tone was defensive. There was no way around it. She did not want to land anyone in trouble. It had come as an afterthought, given that Nazli had put targets upon both of them by now, without meaning to.

Tavina demanded information.

I was told that the role of fellahin was, ultimately, to lie with those chosen for them. It felt so strange to talk of this with Tavina! Her face felt warm and her eyes began to pound from all the crying, and how dry they were now, and the dust in the catacombs.

Senmut... Senmut said he could save me from it. To make me a person, rather than a fellahin. Like I am nothing now! That was what burned the most, for Nazli. She had thought herself all cried out and yet the familiar choke of emotion snared around her neck at the thought of it.