Lion Head Mesa bull

"you have the look of Sobek, great one." his boyish voice was teasing senmut was pleased to see her return — and relieved.

but there was a new tenor in the palace, one he sensed rather than saw. "i will be your fellahin today," he said with a bow, indicating the pure white sheepskin with which he might towel her. he perched on the edge of the wellspring but did not enter. 

"did you enjoy mereo?"