Lion Head Mesa The winged sun

“Erpa-ha,” he flung his stag coats at a fellahin and took a long stretch towards the red man, “don’t you look well.” Eyes slithered low for no other reason than to belabor his mastership. 

“I wont stay long. When Pharaoh is ready to return, the princes and I are journeying South. Khaemwaset and @Den will attend combat training with the Wedjat until Summer.” The king’s shoulders rolled, missing the great worry in Senmut’s face.

“I will look in on the children.” A boisterous few steps moved him eagerly towards their class.