Lion Head Mesa bull

but he did not.

at her command senmut rose, cheeks wet with reverent weeping. he looked at the fire of her and the passion of the Apis Bull's blood bestowed into those royal veins, at the aquiline patrician's nose and the beauty that promised to be great as all other things about her.

"those who love might call one another sister and brother." the way of fellahin, of peasants who adored one another beside the nile and knew their flesh was one with the earth.

and very gently, senmut did as she bid, neither rising in passion nor faltering now, and upon them he felt the Gaze of Amun, and sensed in the God no judgement.