Lion Head Mesa I miss the rage,

"medusa."

senmut did not call her lady nor append a title; he was a priest-tutor addressing an unruly student. the hem loomed closer and fixed her with the electricity of his green eyes.

power thrummed through him. anticipation.

"if you say a word of what you may have heard to a single ear before the time is right, i will hand your heart to Anubis myself, am i clear?"

"when the vizier arrives, you are going to tell him something else to explain your outburst." senmut's voice did not shake, enthralled as he was by the awesome power that was gathering in the shadows of akashingo.