Two Eyes Cenote stars, aligning

Ma'at moved as Ma'at had not moved before.

no sleep had found the priest since their move to what would be known henceforth as muat-riya. and still he moved with confidence and perhaps even vitality.

khusobek had brought news of nazli; she lived!

legend too, had stirred awake.

now there remained only incense, a hundred prayers, fasting, meditation. his room too had been washed to gleaming stone and blue-glowing; his sleeping quarters were simple, senmut falling back onto the appointments of a we'eb as he pursued his gods.

a low bed of fine fur, a small altar to Amun. a wall with the start of a new painting, brushes dropped here and there haphazardly. no throne. 

but where his queen now stood was studded with sapphire-like stones, rich featherings and stands of colorful desert flowers, fine skins for the floor and the couch alike. he bowed at once.

his ears trembled, his skin turned to fire and then cooled with relief.

Ma'at, indeed! senmut was struck silent with awe and fear at the work of the gods, and so overcome he was that he could not speak. but bid him to lift his head, and she would see it in his eyes: the acceptance, the encouragement. the adulation.

"it will be done, divine one. you shall inherit your father's titles."

and now his countenance changed to one of concern; what of the princess? what of the prince rashepses and his rash men?