Lion Head Mesa now we'll see who is who

it was horribly sad work, she felt.

had it been just days ago she had danced for him? as if it might have hushed whatever had plagued him. now he had seemingly befallen to whatever it had been. she thought to ask tavina, perhaps poke around for whispers around the fellahin.

of course she thought of nazli! the girl seemed sick herself and it was after meeting with the pharaoh!

but the only words she spoke were ones of worship. a voice raising into soft song beneath senmut's own and qiao's too. admiring the far more skilled work of the two of them.

her stomach twisted and turned in protest.

she thought of the horse at the wedding night.