i went unto the flame of satriya, and sought the face of the gods.
senmut saw now that in doing so he had forsaken that of aiesha.
anger and shock and hurt flowed forth in rivered feeling, but he did not put an end to her tears. let them fall. she had suffered so great a deal in her young life. gingerly, and with the awkwardness of a man who did not do such things, senmut gently wiped aside the wetness upon the countenance so like his own.
you are a princess. i am certain pharaoh is --clarity.
he fears your power.
did aiesha understand what she wielded?


