Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

she hid the further hurt to hear the jodai was gone. why? where? had he faltered in the darkest hours? she did not want to think so, it choked her like smoke.

distractions were futile.

then may he have it. his grave, his tomb, his damned death! furious that he could not be a proper pharaoh! enraged that her success maddened him so fully. wounded again and again by the family heirloom of this madness.

she gathered the bundle, there would be only one stop to make before they went the pharaoh himself. to gather the wine for a heavy dose of poison. her eyes laid heavy upon loyal, devout senmut.