Lion Head Mesa Pyramidum

the careful lines of the prince softened to hear this; he nodded and would have returned to contemplations of his work had not eset spoken the true reason for her visit.

the coronation, of course. pleasure lit his eyes to think of their queen formally enshrined before gods and kingdom. but a menu; such nuances escaped his flawed inattention. 

it was the fellahin who prepared each meal and provided delicacies for their royalty; senmut had little doubt that whatever was plattered would be delectable. "turtle eggs might be pleasing, if they can be found this time of year. sheep's liver might placate the princes." in many ways he did not consider himself one of their number; he was not foreign and shared a rapport with the queen they sought.

"what are your thoughts?" he asked, looking up again from the red dirt into the servant's countenance.