Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

no mention from taltos, who remains dogged. and a decline from zaahira. senmut watched them touch one another in a soft way, and knew he would not offer again. their chambers, as well, would be arranged together.

the red ankles were crossed, the slow burn of the berries astir in senmut as well. what did this dark young god know of courtcraft, nor how it let those inferior stay alive?

"theirs was an arranged marriage. to my knowledge, we share hunting grounds now with the caldera." vaguer now; he wanted to be pursued down into his words. senmut had spoken true; he knew nothing else, but toying with these outsiders had piqued him.

"yes. the pharaoh allowed her to return home, and thereafter she chose to leave. perhaps she was ashamed, but she was no prisoner," the prince told them, a hint of firmness lingering.