Lion Head Mesa I have the honor to be

senmut agreed, but age was of little consideration when it came to an apt pairing for a royal creature. the demur was noted, and yet this too could change. the throne of pharaoh was unseated, and it was too great a fixture to go unnoticed.

he looked contemplatively upon sutekh. "we have many priests, noble one," he said, offering a proper titling at last. "a spy is higher in demand." yes! at once he thought of the lake and the fellahin beside.

"as erpa-ha i oversee the mazoi. a wolf of skill must head them." here he rose, and turned, and pointed with slim muzzle toward the shimmering of water almost directly north. "in that place lives a former favourite of both the studying pharaoh and the buried one. nazli is her name. find her for me, see that she is well. speak with her, perhaps, if you can. there is enmity between they and the palace, so your tread must be careful."

there was a span of contemplative silence. "address her in my name, not as prince but only priest. do this for me, sutekh, and i will elevate you at once." binding fast and hard the chaos god to the gates of the palace, or so he hoped.