Two Eyes Cenote nefertem

the priest held a pristine heron's feather over aiesha's small head, encouraging her to reach for it with tiny jaws. he backed here along her path, walking as she toddled.

she was without the robust strength of an infant, a fact that had set her father to chanting and to prayers more than once. he did not allow himself to think of anything beyond the fact that she would grow into it. with joy he turned.

"ah! your mother wakes," and here he set down the feather on a low shelf, and went to lift aiesha back to the bedfurs in which nazli lay half-swathed.

his eyes sought her own with great affection, and he signalled a servant passing in the corridor beyond for water, and to send word to the sesh.