Lion Head Mesa bull

in mute silence senmut turned and led makono away from the wellspring, to the halls of the priests where nala would soon walk, where the scarlet walls were painted in dark river-mud and berry-juice, representations made by their kind of the gods above.

more to be done, more to be etched. pylons of jubilee and obelisks to Amun. but for now, senmut held back and bowed his head, listening to where makono might step, listening for what obeisance she might make.