Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

it seemed each time they met, nazli gave less of herself.

now that senmut had seen pleasure, now that he truly understood, he found himself wholly unable to ignore what she would soon undergo.

by turns he was worried and jealous. for all his faults ramesses forced none of his fellahin; by the accounts he had heard, those summoned to the divine ruler were well-treated.

but he did not think those things would comfort nazli now, and so senmut returned to himself and blinked. the path was narrowing, then it would widen, flaring into the huge roof of the mesa. "it has been great! i am to paint another wall and write one, no, two new hymns to teach the princess toula."