Lion Head Mesa For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

the question caught him off guard. senmut blinked rapidly toward his work, and toward the paint, which had now dried into a hard rim round the inside of its container.

"i see someone who is devout and loyal to akashingo." it was broad. it was vague. the priest did not think it was what she meant.

"you have a lot of beauty, nazli. it is not all in your face. much of it is in your spirit and how you work among others." now it was his turn to be sheepish; he shut his mouth and bent himself studiously over their task.