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i love them, she said, and senmut's heart was finally captured with the first stirrings of paternal love. before he had come to the palace, the priest had not entertained a thought of family. but now that he spent hours daily with each royal child, his thoughts had turned to the coming years, and the little home he might soon be able to cultivate.

finally he roused himself and cleared his throat. "you cannot. you were made in the image of the Goddess and She looks kindly upon you, great one." 

senmut nodded. "this the Hymn of Iset in the Golden Parade. it was written many, many years ago. and it is meant to be sung by Her priestesses. or Her patrons," he said fondly to toula, for she was a fine patroness of Iset already.

he took a breath and closed his eyes. and then his clear, youthful voice began to float.