Otter Creek — mithril —

ur a god of ART

gucci spoke and senmut watched the faces of the wives reverberate with delight.

delight abounded.

the priest moved to stand beside gucci, not moving to chastise the little man as the vizier wiped his wet nose upon red fur.

"tavina. nala." senmut spoke with a gentle directness.

"under the ways of akashingo you have been married since the beginning."

before each of them he set a carefully preserved flower.

"exchange these things. know that with this, you become one household. one wife." he smiled at this, eyes warm upon them. "Blessed of Hathor. Blessed of Isis, She Who Makes a Honeyed Heart Sing."

"the gods look favorably upon this union."