you become accustomed to it,she called gently toward the half-shadow that was setemhotep.
then again, i suppose you may need such a fur, traveling beside pharaoh.
sitamun did not know what was wrong with her, that from beneath wet lashes she glanced another time at the physician, appreciating the desert-made lines of him, the elegant, near-delicate beauty that was their lot.
he marched like a soldier on the way here. it seems he must remember his training as crown prince. and you at his side.
she bobbed peacefully in the current for a time, moving her forelegs nimbly.
it is not so cold now that exercise has warmed me.her eyes closed.
we have spoken of many things and of places and of men who were both holy and not. let us speak now as servants, setemhotep.
a light splash.
what do you desire?sitamun left the question purposefully vague.

