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senmut had been there through the weeks of her sleeping and her illness. he would not be permitted to stay in muat-riya for much longer with his duties mounting, and nazli knew that. she found herself thinking of the day and growing sad, but saw the love in his face and honeyed words, and focused instead upon that.

i wish you would stay with me. it was selfish; nazli had a daughter now and it was all she'd ever wanted! yet she was afraid to be alone with the girl. she was afraid to be without senmut's support. a heavy sigh creeps from her. but you are needed. you are loved here as father, but you are needed there too.

she looks now upon the altar, and around to the painted walls, the ornaments, the sycamore.
what if we went there? a hushed voice now, contemplative. would it earn them judgement? to have their miracle child paraded in the palace — this magic which had been reserved for divinity, stolen by a mere hemet?

she wonders.