Lion Head Mesa twenty-third

germanicus had put aside his wife!

senmut thought with a small inner laugh of chagrin that he would have been chosen for the title he had only just taught to pharaoh, but that generations of kings before would turn in their massive tombs at the insult!

and upheaval she had, entirely too much. senmut bowed before her righteous and blinding rage, not daring to lift his head and speaking only when the room had gone silent but for the sound of their breathing.

"gucci served your father well. allow him the chance to advise you, pharaoh. he may have a more advantageous idea than i." he did not wish to see her in despair. "if you go to the lake, i will be with you." his body was not made for armor, but his mind worked in fever for her and her kingdom alone.