Lion Head Mesa a whispering god

The dove paw cupped Senmut's own, Machiavelli's head falling into the caress. For a moment, he said nothing, mind working to catch the fluttering scraps that were Meseba's words tossed over a winter-swept down—and perhaps more importantly yet, how to reveal this all to the Prince in such a manner that was not treason.

Eset left Muat-Riya to find me alone, he repeated at last, the words rising up slowly, bubbles pooling to the top of a surface-tense wellspring. The opal-sheen eyes lifted then, searching once more the emerald gaze that shimmered like gemstones beneath the dim light.

Tavina wanted her found—wanted her safe—much the same as you and I now, the half-breed continued. This was…disagreeable to Semer-wati.