Lion Head Mesa Voice of man

senmut stiffened, in surprise as well as the quick beat of ardor; he answered at once, and perhaps clumsily, redstone meeting the black marble from which rashepses was carved.

in shocked appeal his heart thudded; he felt as if he should not raise the hand which now did so of its own accord, resting upon the fine-made shoulder;

"my golden lord," came the shaking whisper, "surely i am not worthy." he did not deserve even to touch the gilded light which poured from rashepses, let alone now know the taste of that grinning mouth, its unguents of fruited wine, mint;

his heart galloped! a runaway horse!