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She is conscious of the mazoi’s nearness from his smell but her eyes train obediently ahead, watching Senmut as he appraises the vagrant man and communicates only an edge of impartiality, which is in itself an art. If a judgment is made it never once crosses his face. Is this a veil of his own making- or had someone else placed it there?