Lion Head Mesa first

again surprise, flitting across the wellspring of his pressed-olive gaze. he had raised it to the royal woman again and now it fell away for the third time.

senmut prostrated himself once more. "i must decline, great one. the hem akhtar is my master. it is he who knows all the rites for the gods. i am only training beneath him. i am not yet holy enough nor skilled enough to lead the sacred prayers. i would not want to bring offense to Wepwawet, let i also curse akashingo."

he hoped she would not be offended. but his shock and ambition could not come before holiness.