Two Eyes Cenote fifty-ninth

senmut was mesmerized. the weight of the last year seemed to fall away from him, if briefly; his marvelling was open-mouthed and boyish, and he inspected each part of the mural without touch, only the caress of his skilled eyes.

"i want all who attend the coronation to see this work," the prince said softly, still gazing upon it. "you are right to hope. the gods reward it. i believe in the potential of this work, eset."

"is there anything you desire that i might provide? perhaps from my journey. perhaps now."