Lion Head Mesa thirteenth

the prince too seemed older, wiser, hung with new stresses.

senmut wondered silently where she had gone alone.

ironically, he had come to her with the talk of marriage on his lips, until he recalled that only pharaoh could give a priest leave to marry.

the memory of their kiss had never left him, had marred him, had shaped him.

"where did you go?" senmut found himself asking, and thought makono might know of what he spoke.