Lion Head Mesa Voice of man

the treasures gleaned in moontide had been organized into store-rooms nearest the chambers of pharaoh, and senmut had made a careful account of even the tiniest shell.

the Divine Consort's darkly seductive presence now filled the prince; he could hear the soft murmur of feminine voices and the gentle lapping of scented water.

"my lord." his bow was genuine and low. "i am pleased to find that we are reunited here in the scarlet palace."

"there is a vintage of pine, ripened in muat-riya. shall i have it opened?" senmut offered, wishing to make more of rashepses than he knew now.