Lion Head Mesa fortieth

senmut studied melody, past her gilt features and evident beauty; he searched for something he did not yet see in her, nor know. it was as if she opened only beneath the duress of portal-work.

inscribing this to his mind, senmut lifted a reverent paw to place it upon the star-map. "ten months. but i have made them before, over and over."

to the hemet he looked now; his mouth curved in a small way.

"hail unto thee, O Messenger of the Gods!
Khonsu, the traveler of the night sky,
who traveleth through the heaven like Thoth.
Mut-Bast is thy mother
and Amen-Ra-Temu-Kephra is thy father,
Thou makest women fruitful,
And makest the spirit of life to grow
in thy mothers womb."

singing to the moon, to the stars; an act of worship.