Lion Head Mesa now we'll see who is who

senmut, who had appointed himself executioner of makono's coronating days, looked up as lady qiao's cry broke the air of akashingo.

he shut his eyes hard, breathing a prayer to Thoth.

and then he gathered windings of hairless, cured leather, amulets, salt scraped from the riverbank; he carried these things solemnly to the mesa and lay them down beside ramesses.

"do you swear fealty to our divine pharaoh?" senmut asked in a quiet demand. not of the husk that lay between them, but of makono's reign.