Lion Head Mesa twenty-seventh

The priest knew the full lineage of those he served, and of course Harakhte listened attentively, closing his eyes in reverence between some names or dipping his chin ever so slightly. It was a long list of names; clearly the child-pharaoh was well-bred, and Harakhte knew that her age was of little importance in the grand scheme.
The question was quick to arrive, and Harakhte had a swift answer — an expectant air about him.
Yes. I came to meet one in particular— he spoke of Makono, and his eyes flashed carefully over Senmut; both of the girls, being twins, were of greater importance to Akhet. They were closer to child-bearing age. They would be fine wives, if they remained — and yet Harakhte had not met them, only the youngest of the brood, and that left him with questions.
Such things were not suitable to ask outright.
These gods, beloved and divine, can certainly be fickle. He jested carefully, wondering what the priest might say. Before the conversation could flow onwards, Harakhte took on a solemn expression. The invitation that was delivered to Akhet gave me much to consider. I only hope I can please the gods before they change their minds again.