Lion Head Mesa The winged sun

Before long, Semer-wati found himself staring at the stone battlements of the mesa, blushing red in the light of the rising sun. The valley flattened into shadow but the lion’s head presided over all.

Within, he anticipated hearing his girls’ laughter and the grunts of his sons playfighting. He would not wait for the fellahin’s formal announcements, calling for his children and @Senmut whilst shrugging off the stag pelt which had kept him warm and insulated on the journey between palaces.