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she feared her brother, senmut decided, but why? he had seen nothing untoward in the boy, only the arrogance befitting a royal.

what then did she mean to hide?

senmut wished to press upon her that she must speak clearly, and truly as well. but a second glance to her features stilled his mild chastisement. "you have been here a long while in the company only of servants and priests, amiirad. it can champion anxiousness in the mind."

rising, the priest invited neith to do the same. "heed my instruction. visit each altar within akashingo. ask for the gods to give you patience. it is necessary for a queen to learn — or the next pharaoh."

quietly, an encouraging light to his eyes.