Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

the man rashepses had come and then gone away again. silvertongue still had disallowed herself from remembering or even pondering upon the matter of where pharaoh could be. so far, there was no pharaoh and therefore she did not have to think of it. today brought visitors, a tall battle-made woman and an equally tall man of muscular dark shadows stood speaking to one of the mazoi. silvertongue did not mean to linger so long in watching, but the guard's rough summons was for her before an escape might have been had. in bowed head she glided forward immediately to stand near the strangers, listening to the decision that she be the one to bring these two into the presence of prince senmut. "i am belen," came the pretty piping as guardian turned away, but then her voice seemed to break inside her mouth. the golden eyes — she stared with a gasp rounding her face, seeking the fierce lightning of familiarity that had burned through her. it was there, his name, who he was; there but entangled and fenced by a soft green mist that never abated no matter what she did or how she begged. silvertongue began to shake, and it was only the dire intensity of her training which brought her tone alive again. "come with me." at once she turned away and began to lead them, seeking the blankness of those perfect moments before. the servant dared not look at him again, but if he spoke she would be bidden to it, and her thoughts beseeched him for mercy.