Lion Head Mesa fourteenth

ramesses kept nothing secret.

therefore the rumours which might have fluttered held a sort of truth that senmut was not ready to realize.

his painting finished, he devoted himself to hymns and then to prayer, then to sweeping the top of the mesa, straightening holy items, tossing out old mats and bringing new up.

senmut worked until twilight fell, until he was streaked with dust, until his limbs trembled.

and then he did not go to the wellspring. the young priest went down to the icy waters of the serpent and immersed himself there.