Lion Head Mesa twenty-seventh

makono would not have married, senmut thought to himself. but perhaps — without a brother — the priest tossed such thoughts away.

toula was another matter altogether, and he grew more suspicious of this polished cool courtier, who knew the laws, the lineage, and language of of one ambitious for a higher role.

he saw, perhaps, some shade of ramesses in harakhte.

"the gods are indeed fickle. i have learned not to question their will, no matter how they try my patience." a jest?

"which god or goddess is your patron, sphinx?" senmut inquired, gently stretching his limbs and taking a morsel of food.