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senmut shut his eyes a moment. he did not want to know! and yet he must.

helplessly the priest looked at her, at the gilded fall of her fur and the starlight in her eyes, at her regal bearing and the wholly unfeminine aura which clung to her like lotus perfume.

yes, she was a God upon earth, as much as her father. but he saw the rift growing; he saw makono gathering strength while her father should be happy to have his glory siphoned for his lineage.

but ramesses would not go so easily. he was still a young man who could sire many sons, and those sons would all fight for the throne of akashingo.

"do not use soldiers, great one. do not show the alliance between yourself and mereo until the — end. seek mercenaries and pay them well."