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her full training.

senmut sighed and his gaze fell back to where it belonged. yes. he knew the practice. so many girls of aswan had been called into the harems for the same.

he supposed that was for the best, that akashingo had not yet cultivated such a golden prison.

not yet, he thought dismally.

"you are no fool in any way, great one," senmut said softly. if he had been a full priest by this time he might have been able to petition pharaoh for a marriage.

many other women chose to fall pregnant rather than enter the palace. but that too was its own horridness.

he had no platitudes for the crown prince. senmut was only silent, aggrieved.