Lion Head Mesa seventeenth

"i did not know her. i do not know her. i only knew she stood with ramesses. and i did not want her to tell him that you had gone."

senmut had few regrets.

the fine furs reeked far too much of the previous inhabitant. he wanted them thrown out.

"i will accept whatever you decide is best, divine one."

"make her your vizier," he said sleepily, exhausted despite the severity he faced. "make your sister toula shabti. make sethnakht her Royal Consort when he is of age. this way you bind all of akashingo to you, great pharaoh."

his voice ebbed. he fought the slumber fast descending upon him.