“Sitre, don’t trouble yourself keeping us company. One of the priests will show you a place to rest after the journey,” she said without looking at the nurse or the three young priests that had been placed at her disposal. “We will return today, you can rest.”
“My Lady, you are tired as well,” protested the nurse weakly, knowing full well that when Hatshepsut suggested something, it had to be done – and executed immediately.
She nodded to one of the young priests, and they left the spacious room.
“Do you have something to say to me?” Hatshepsut picked up one of the rolls. “I have reviewed many documents and drawings, even the older ones. I’ve read the rolls of leather and papyrus and viewed the temples and the old plans. I have read the leaves of Ished, the Tree of Life11, here in Helio
