Lion Head Mesa Just need someone to hold me, even though you don't even know me

Melody nodded, eager to part Senmut's company. Increasingly she understood her place here, and increasingly she resented it. Hemet or no, in Pharaoh's absence she was just another face in the crowd; just another tool to be used, nothing special, nothing worth thinking about.

She rose, not waiting for dismissal. I'll go now, Melody said quietly. She stepped from the circle of mushrooms and wondered if Makono would have tried to make an astrologer of her. She wondered how quickly Senmut would find someone to fill the role if she simply left.

It was tempting.