Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

eset was there, and a moment more, and senmut all but asked for her touch.

his eyes rose in a wordless plea; he shut them, tightly, and pasted something like a smile to the outer edges of his mouth. "when the gods move, they leave Their priests with — much to hold." and it was no lie.

his brush to her elbow was brief, a half-embrace. "when we leave here, your work is not over, and will not be until pharaoh and Consort return to akashingo. so i am not traveling, not yet. only going back to the palace."

he wanted to tell her of trade, of what they had accomplished. of alliance. but senmut found that his voice was at its end, and his heart a millstone in his chest.