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senmut did not know tadihor well, but understood her to be purely one of their own, well-bred and loyal to those who ruled.

having sung his usual prayers to Ra at dawn, the red prince did not disappear back into the palace as was his wont, but joined the lady in a dining-area.

"the morning is beautiful, good nebet." senmut gave his own requests to the servant, and soon shells of berry-juice were brought as appetizer. "you are aware of the happenings with muat-riya?"