Lion Head Mesa now we'll see who is who

senmut looked upon qiao with his shadow-stained eyes and said nothing.

loyalty to the throne of akashingo was commendable, not a reason to quarrel unless the woman showed herself false.

"we will cleanse his body here," he said, gesturing to wet lengths of weasel-fur, "and then we will embalm his flesh. i believe pharaoh means to lie him beside satsu."

he spoke no more, rolling the man who had once been pharaoh and beginning to scrub the tearstains from silent face.