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senmut was quite a different kind of man. tavina could find no lechery in him, no cruelty. in fact, his only flaw was his coolness, his imperiousness.

the absence of an outward mistake did not mean he was trustworthy. like some others, tavina too felt that his flame burned for the empty throne of pharaoh.

"you can help me fold these in the examination room," tavina said. "what have you learned so far?"