Lion Head Mesa to speak the name of the dead is to make him live again

the halls are lively as the fellahin begin their preparations for her grand coronation. the war had ended, and all were safe and well in these halls. Toula feels joy for this, but her heart yearned to speak of this with Makono, and her mother. already she had spoken of it with her departed father. 
and her twin, too. now Senmut’s words rang in her head—that she was the last of a great line! but perhaps it was not true. perhaps the rest were making their way home to her. 
she visited Khonsu; she prayed after them, now. she brought Him the fine gifts of many traders, and other things she thought He might like. it was then a call came, and she looked at the rudimentary sculpture of the God. oh! did He not do this often? the yearling could not help but smile toward Him, before saying her own goodbye and leaving with her retinue to head to the borders. 
and there ahead was a man! one of her fellahin kept her shaded, a long palm frond draped overhead so that the eye of Ra in the heat of the day did not overwhelm. another fellahin announced her, providing to the man Toula’s names and titles. another might have been earned through the conquering of the Lake, but this name would also be given to Senmut, who walked with the army. 
for what reason have you called? she asked him with a smile, after she had been announced. a Mazoi obscured much of her view of him then, but she would let them assess firstly if this stranger was a threat.