Lion Head Mesa The winged sun

in anger the immolation. in destruction the decree. there was disobedience in the desert, and senmut did not know what to think. but such things were not for him to conceptualize; he was mouthpiece only, and through him spoke Amun.

"bring forth muat-riya to akashingo, Divine One," said the red priest with almost airiness, a detached nature to modulated voice. "deliver the sesh to me."

indeed. rage was wrought against akashingo, but it would be the will of the gods whose blood was spilled.

he raised his own paw against the zealous heartbeat in the black chest. "here, in this chamber, we will right the sin of our people."