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"senmut always works you pupils so hard," tavina commented with her usual directness and lack of emphasis on titles. she moved past melody in the hall, carrying strips of newly separated rabbitskin over her back. 

"would you like me to call him off?" the sesh asked, a little tease in her voice as she stopped to look the priestess up and down. "i have no problem telling even a pharaoh what they're about."