Lion Head Mesa royal falcon flown unto the sun

He walked beside a pale ghost, his voice rising and falling every time his feet touched the ground. He did not know this one, he felt as though he didn’t know any of them really. But, Akhtar was a man of many faces these days, so he put on the face of happy, if addled priest.

He let the practiced words tumble from his mouth like a river. His mind rolled in his head like a turbulent sea as he thought, over and over, about hundreds of things. Stupid things, thoughts were. Trapped in his head. But treasonous words were best left out of sight.

He kept up his song until they arrived beside the tomb, and then he would quiet the words, looking to his former apprentice and the queen to be. He felt a little flash of his previous words to the boy he had known and tried to reconcile the image with the one in front of him now.

The royals had paved their path in blood and bone, and buried Senmut at its peak. Internally, he sighed.

Foolish, foolish boy.