Lion Head Mesa Pyramidum

What Senmut has achieved, he has done so on his own merit. She knows he is a man not lacking in ambition. And still at once he is eclipsed in great hesitance with the mention of Toula. Her eyes seek him for clarity. Perhaps his own tastes lay in other directions, and it is matrimonial duties that distress him. But before she has time to ponder it there is a revival of his word- through a most outrageous request! The fellahin will try not to flounder but her widened eyes reveal the abject dilemma of the task. The sea- how would they manage it? Has a wolf among them ever been? Yet, if the Prince believes it can be done- then it shall. And she will choose to reclass his previous quiet as affection for their lady of flowers.

“Do we have any alliances stationed on the coast?” She asks as Senmut returns to his study. The fellahin would long to go on this hunt herself, to experience the ocean and also ensure the quality of their harvest, but she would not abandon her grace’s side during such a pivotal time.

She takes a second step forward, to pull his attention again away from his heaps of loam.

“The new gardens are extravagant. Have you toured them? Our Queen has, though never after sundown. I hear that is the only time to see the white jasmine in bloom. I imagine there’d be quite a view of the stars there as well.” She flicks her eyes between him and the sand.

Then, so there is no mistaking the intent of her words: “Prince Thutmose is courting our Queen, divine one. As any who vie for her hand will. I have arranged an outing for him. Shall I do the same for you?”