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hunter. fisher. senmut wondered what the queen would make of this one.

she was in her chambers, surely, and so senmut took the retinue and the prince to his own rooms. the servants there moved at once on murmured orders, and soon a meal of several dishes was brought: honey gathered from the steppes, slices of venison, edible shoots from the lakeside, and as always, the inexorable pours of the potent berrywine for them all.

sapair would notice the absence of a throne. senmut did not like them so much. his couches instead were low and lavish with rich furs, arranged around the eating mats. "come. enjoy yourselves. when you are finished, we will go to the wellspring to bathe."

he tasted the wine before their eyes with a low sound of pleasure. "have you seen war then?"