Lion Head Mesa thirteenth

she had thought the work of a soldier had kept thoughts of senmut at bay.

but then arose the problem that when she did not think of senmut, she missed nazli fiercely. so they ran her mind in equal turns in her scarce silent moments.

now she was preparing in her chambers for the day. a fellahin had worked out the tangles of her fur and the knots in her shoulders. quickly she sent the fellahin away when the priest sought to arrive.

come, she ushered him in warmly and with delight.

furs that had remained in a place he had once taken up residency in, during her most vulnerable moments. now remained vacant and yearning for his presence.