Lion Head Mesa sixteenth

I will protect the Pharaoh with my life, Priest. But I will not harm the children. You cannot say a word to move me, in this.

Senmut wished for him to believe that they were not children, not anymore. It was true, in a sense. Makono was no longer a learning prince but their ruler. They had not even reached their first year, he thought. The girl was supposed to lead them after Ramesses death and she had not even turned a year old. Bayek’s mind was upon his son. His sweet dead son. He ached in the makings of his bones.

My loyalty has always been to Makono. I have walked with her. I have helped to teach her. I have spent more hours with her than I have minutes with the Pharaoh Ramesses. If she will need me, I will answer her.

Senmut did not need to tell Bayek about their differences. The Medjay did not even know the dead Pharaoh. He knew Makono well enough. He knew that she wished to do right by those beneath her. He could only hope that she would not change with her power.