Lion Head Mesa [wp] forty-third

senmut hardly slept. his meals were put aside mostly untouched. some malaise was among them, said his priest's heart, but he had no name for it.

so hour by hour he kept to the altars, to his prayers, the incense, the chanting.

another man had come among them, another suitor for the queen, and again must akashingo shift.

it came to pass that when the man went out into the open-air throne room, he saw a peculiar thing on the wide stone lip of the mesa. a closer stride adjudged it an egg! an egg! a hawk's egg.

impossibly before the prince's eyes it began to hatch.