Lion Head Mesa first

two sunrises ago, a pupil had come to study beneath the hem akhtar.

senmut was from a far-flung province, so deep in the country that it barely counted as the queen's domain. for yes, hatshepsuun still controlled the lands from where she had exiled her brother. he and the other young men had been called to the palace there, for it was time that they gave back in service.

but hatshepsuun had sent the little we'eb priest herself, telling him nothing of her expectations. and now senmut had come to akashingo, almost more grand than the first palace. he stared open-mouthed around himself, standing atop the mesa to watch Ra rise a third time.

senmut had forgotten to call the prayer.