Lion Head Mesa twenty-third

the roman is gone, senmut. it was his now ex-wife who helped me in the final hours and who came to me with words of this.

she seethed with a misandrist rage. who were the women who had greatly wronged her? for she could not fault the lady for leaving when things clearly would not work! and reject from a fucking soldier? makono too would have turned the earth with great anger.

so it would be me and my men — and i could not send you alone! she laughed in an enraged way.

what good was it to lose senmut himself to the angry teeth of khaba? she'd rather send one of the mazoi, for the task was theirs!

she threw herself upon the throne with a thud.