Lion Head Mesa Revenge is a tall order, Baby get it done

she was fevered by anger and weak. senmut gently plucked the girl from the stone floor, bringing her back to the narrow bed with its pile of furred quilts. "be still. be still," the priest implored.

he watched her bindings, her bandages. "what can you tell me of that day?" so young she was, scarred in the service of pharaoh and empire. may she wear such scars with pride. "the more you rise and fight while you heal, the longer it will take to be free of this room, mazoi."