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surprise flickered upon the face of the high priest, but he recovered himself long enough to step gingerly before the Consort with lowered head.

progress arrested, the greenstone eyes raised to those of the catlike prince and his obsidian power. yes; yes; senmut remembered, remembered well. and perhaps now was a moment to make himself soft. pliant, if only to persuade rashepses' greater favor.

"Divine One. i have reason to believe there are — compromises inside akashingo." vague. "will you come with me? i would not keep you from the royal heirs otherwise."