“Chaos, too, has swept the delta. Ra has not shed his light in some months. But we are well, we are all well and missing you. There is much to discuss, but I will see you rest first." They would find the palace much altered. Neith straightens, drawing attention to the figure in alizarin.
“This is Erpa-ha Senmut of Akashingo.”
Gone is the self-assured priest-prince with the radiant smile. He is a man scarred, but his ka has not strayed from its purpose. Of her mother’s other people, she could not say. But of Senmut, the queen is certain. He would never be her brother’s enemy.



