Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first

"very bad," senmut agreed, his eyes not flitting to nazli for once. this was a horrendous stain upon the forefront of a royal robe.

here a shaft of sunlight came, of dry air.

but senmut shook his head. "she must be embalmed in the sand, near to where she lay. allow her life-spark to see the husk of self, and submit for judgement."

a pause. "the princess is gone."