Lion Head Mesa a[m]phorae

senmut dreamt. his mind brought to him the images of the rich brown earth, the gentle green, the rush of good water. aswan. place of his birth.

so caught was he in the dream that he had to be shaken awake. he gasped from the dream, and followed the servant blearily.

senmut inched into the room, eyes averting at once from the sight of pharaoh! and queen! not quite compromised but — he turned a deep crimson and bowed with forehead to floor.