Luneshale Pass fifty-first

for a moment too, senmut believed it might be makono.

his breath caught for a moment. his crown was lowered to her in respect of her own divine blood. silently the prince did wonder what this meant for their shifting hierarchy. the princess had brought no loyalists; indeed she walked amid a kingdom divided now into sharpening camps.

it was with ramesses' demanding and honeyed voice she spoke now; it was with the grace the late queen satsu had once possessed that she strode into their throng.

with equal grace did the Divine Queen toula embrace these uncommon proceedings, offering her usual garlands of love and affection, heaping them upon the amiiraad as the servants moved to attend. 

he did not know the kingdom a'max, and this unsettled senmut. "welcome home, my lady," he said, the stamp of his rank clear in his ability to approach the royal dais — almost the same moment as rashepses.

his low bow was for their queen as she accepted the offer of the foreign prince, but his attention was for the princess thereafter. "i am senmut, erpa-ha to akashingo. i served your father."

and what was melody doing? what did the priestess stand to gain?