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to him? senmut felt a boy again, a young scribe before he had even become a we'eb. how could he be the one she sought?

and then he felt himself calmed by the proverbial weight of a prince's head-dress, and breathed inward a prayer to Amun. "she is gracious for she too is learning. she remembers kindness and rewards it."

there was a small pause as the prince watched constellations slowly show themselves.

"you need only speak it," and at last senmut looked toward zaahira, seeking the place behind her eyes as did all priests who knew how a heart could be weighed.