Lion Head Mesa to have peace, there must be strife

senmut held his paws apart. "it is forgotten. our queen has a forgiving heart, and you are closer to her lineage by way of your own." homes nor customs need not be the same. 

the infamous berrywine was brought, and the servants filtered away, leaving wood platters of prairie hen and rabbit haunch bedded on wildflowers.

"you are a commander?" senmut asked, an opportunity for thutmose to expand while he himself surreptitiously tasted the food and drink with a more casual air to veil his intention.