Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first [ap]

"i am certain eset will be glad for your presence." formal; rote; what had she been about to say? why was the coolness between them suddenly expanded?

come with me, his tongue all but ached to say, but senmut did not. why would she? and how could he be sure she wished to come and did not only act elegantly on what she considered a —

an order.

and he could not stomach the idea that he could ever give her such a command.

the stars gleamed. senmut cleared his throat. "did you meet any of the guests? i am hearing that at least a few of them claim to have witnessed ghosts at the ceremony."

his eyes asked her to speak not this, but what she had held back. "pharaoh and her consort will not stay forever in muat-riya. perhaps — you will return when they do?" almost a plead.