Lion Head Mesa twenty-fourth

toula spoke with the same strength inherent to their bloodline, and he hung his head in relieved dependence upon her holy word.

and she! so pious, a counterpart to the fate-changer born into her sibling's skin. 

"prevail upon her with your company. do not let her run herself into the ground." senmut smiled wanly. "she will not rest for me. perhaps she shall for you, great one."

"the fellahin are for you now to oversee. dinners, emissaries, greeting newcomers: these your tasks so she may attend those who seek to humiliate her throne."