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now the power of each stranger mattered much to senmut.

a man of this size would be warlordly; however he seemed far gentler than that, wanting their flowers. the high priest looked around at the tiny cactus blossoms, his face at last softening.

"akashingo is a place blessed by the gods." he did not correct the man, only paused a moment before saying, "the queen is generous. always there is a place here for those who favor the natural world."