Lion Head Mesa For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

she was filled with fear. she did not look at him.

senmut glanced helplessly at nazli once before he pulled aside. "the — the red reeds. i have more of them. i need them to be split and stacked, then taken to the roof for drying."

he gestured to two sheafs of such sitting near the paint where he had been drawing his words to the gods. they could work side by side, in silence. at least until akhtar sent her away.