Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

"Sweeping halls? No life for you?" Her master had been the reason she knew of her name. Legend remembered him.
If only she knew who he was to her.


Abandoned. Alone. He had left her, and she had no one. She needed it again. She needed the high of want and purpose.


Why did she hurt, when she'd laughed with him before he left?
Why did her chest feel hollow?


Her nose pulled up a sniff. "I do not need him. And he will return." As if her mind could not comprehend that he would not.


"Senmut? He rises.. To Pharaoh?" Little had she heard his name. In fact, she'd called him prince so often and had cleared way from others paths, little had she time to hear it. This was the first time she'd spoken it. "It has been sealed?" And he would leave her too.