Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

rewrite. to have again a life, a future, which stretched before him as not only open but his to control.

"my mother aahmose had ten children and forgot none of us. my father pihuri was just as pleased to see a girl child as he was for a boy. we lived with very little but i remember many smiles."

another berry. why not?

"my father became ill and could no longer work as he once did. my mother could not feed us all. i was her youngest. she sang to me when she carried me to the temple but i saw tears upon her face. and before she gave me to the priests, she knelt down and kissed my head. 'now, senmut. the gods have given you a chance to be greater than your father and your mother. each choice you make now must be deliberate.'"

and so it had been. and so each step had brought him to this moment.

his choices had brought him to her.

"i would change nothing, eset." the wine had gone to his head; senmut was sinking down against small piles of fine pelts, fine gifts; a small disk of bone rolled free and toward the feet of the hebsut. another offering for nazli, this time for her status as priestess. once he had finished it.