Lion Head Mesa [wp] forty-third

the chick was not a hawk but a prairie falcon child.

senmut's surprise and reverent attendance was swift. he reached forward to cup the tiny bird, to bring it to the young queen and the pup who watched.

"it is a sign from Horus, divine one," the prince said quietly. and the throne came at once to his mind.

"a feather is used to weigh. Horus blessed the throne of your great-grandfather and those after. now the Horus Throne has come to be empty." senmut felt the words flow through him as if he were no more than a conduit, and leant gratefully into this sensation. "raise this chick as your very own, hemet-nekheb" he urged. "one day it may help you to choose pharaoh."