Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

She listens to the story of two selfless parents and what they gave their son even when it broke them to do so: a chance for life. Her eyes over him blur and she blinks before her body can make anything more of it.

“Your mother and father were brave to know when to make that sacrifice.”

But now it is Senmut who carries the hopes and dreams of his lineage. He must; an alternative philosophy he cannot afford to have. It is the common denominator of the servant.

He settles now like ash upon his furs. The hebsut returns the loose bone to a shelf and looks down dizzily at the berries. They entice her but they taste of future sin.

She would instead go down to the kitchens and prepare his things for the return to Akashingo, but not before hesitating outside the door. Her eyes find where he lays over her shoulder.

“I pray you will continue to feel this way, Erpa-ha,” there is some finality puncturing the hush of her voice.

You are making a mistake.