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

nazli spoke finally what she had learned. senmut sickened and blanched. 

"yes. i — am familiar with the practice." he swallowed and looked down at their paws in the reeds, his ears echoing after the abrupt sharpness of her voice.

"but you do not have to stay and serve in such a way, nazli. or ask that your mistress decide the hour, if you remain in akashingo. she cares for you, does she not?" his eyes were searching.