Sheepeater Cliff [m] eighty-eighth

she was as much a willing altar as he, and it was to this connection which senmut had first been so drawn. legend was conduit for him while he was held transfixed by the gods; her worship was through him and into him, and he felt the word of their deities upon her mouth, as if he had formed their shapes.

he did not understand this between them, and perhaps he was not meant to comprehend.

his kiss was soft.

their hearts found a syncopation, a moment of it; he turned, inviting legend to his side on their reluctant winding descent back to the trading camp.