Lion Head Mesa well, i know what you want from me

the timing was unconventional, and senmut was reminded with a horrid cool washing over him that he was alone here. no word had come from muat-riya, and for all he knew, the corridors beyond akashingo were now tightly controlled.

senses caught another presence and the back muscles of the red prince tightened. he knew ingram; the man had been a we'eb here, for a time. such a mention at last bought half the price of entry from a priest who must know what pharaoh might do.

"i will rank you as mazoi on one condition. go back into the desert, to the palace of muat-riya. seek pharaoh's counsel and that of her Consort. i will dictate a message for you to carry."

he was not made for this senet board!

"and abydos, i will not lie. our pharaoh has gone to war, and it may be war there you find."