Lion Head Mesa forty-seventh

a nod; his own bow, a breathless one; senmut turned away and down the small steps and was gone from her fragrant rooms, with no trace of treva nor satsu in them, and only the very mien of herself.

he did not think he would cross her threshold so soon again; the song reverberated inside of him, despite all of him. 

there was much to contemplate, and heavy would his head be once more when he travelled, though senmut did not believe he would be alone.

to his chambers he now retired.