dizzily now; would sapair quail at the reality? she should not think it of him, even as her stomach churned with volcanic heat and drenching cold, back and forth, until the bride was near sickened by anticipation.
her eyes could only behold him, each detail of the war-marked face she had already come to love.
blue lotuses; and her eyes filled with happiest salt.
a house of their own.
each blessing of setemhotep resounded in the heart of sitamun, and she bit the inside of her jaw to keep from weeping. not yet! not yet -- she affixed her joyous gaze to that of her beloved and let out her breath in an exhale at his words.
named goddess among these deities.
the beads at her shoulder, she would ensure they hung there all night until sapair himself removed them.
the wheat grains brought to memory those fertile lands from which they had both come.
and Khonsu over all.
sitamun drew a shaking breath.
you are my stars and my firmament. i am yours and you, sapair, are mine.
and he became her husband.


