Lion Head Mesa creeps in its petty pace from day to day

Oh. . .the luxury!

She could have happily died here.

As it was, she was awash in wine and furs when Senmut spoke again, and she had to rouse herself from a stupor to answer and even then—

Perhaps, Madhu admitted, a bit sheepishly. I'm afraid I will not do our home justice. But I only need some rest. . .please bring me to the Pharaoh when she has returned! she insisted.

Stifling a yawn, she bowed again, face suffused with warmth. Thank you, prince Senmut, she purred. I am indebted to you.