Lion Head Mesa forty-first

"rest now, sesh."

senmut did not think he had thought of her ever as fellahin, no more than himself. the new rank fit far better upon her narrow brow. "you must recover first," breath a whisper as he shut his eyes, as he held onto nazli and onto this moment.

"and then all of akashingo is yours to beautify."

senmut was dizzied, thrilled; his heart raced as a fine horse upon the sands.