Lion Head Mesa eightieth

dressed, now, in the splendor of Pharaoh, Toula sat sphinx-like on the Horus Throne. talk of her Nebets womb donor arose, though she was pleased to hear of the woman's change of heart. no doubt the Erpa-Ha caused her to see the error of her ways! as far as children went... she considered sires. none of noble blood—the foreign savage woman was not worth such, not since she shunned the idea of them and her daughter. 
her mind turned to the then-unwed crocodile. to the Medjay, as well. but she wanted their choice in the matter. before coming to any such decision, she asked him, and you trust her? would it not be easiest to depose of her, and place another in her stead? she peered to her husband, wondering what he might think. and as the Nebet was brought up, her eyes again found the priest-turned-prince.
perhaps Racharra might like a strong husband such as this. the decision would be the girls. I presume you know of one, comes her voice, questioning—she thought fondly of Germanicus, though he had been absent for some time. he was no captain, but perhaps he had introduced Senmut to one. Toula, in the space of time she awaited his answer, then thought of the man @Makono had traveled to and from Mereo with. 
if he did not, she may. but where was he now...?