Lion Head Mesa Pyramidum

eset had certainly given this dinner a great deal of thought. senmut experienced a moment of chagrined amusement that he should be prince and not have considered nearly so much. 

"so let it be done," he rejoined in a voice that bespoke no small admiration of the fellahin, one that allowed no uncertainty of his approval. 

"she is our lady of flowers," the high priest remarked, though now he grew still and perhaps solemn. "sweet things with a lovely presentation," a half sentence with rueful backing, for they did not dine together half as much as he should.

now the prince grew thoughtful. "suppose we managed to bring a taste of the sea here, to the palace? the ocean is unfamiliar to her, and she would be delighted, i think, to know it even in portion." senmut stood and muddled with the dirt once more, now contemplating how many weeks it would take to bring such luster from the coastline, and if it could be done in time.