Then I became the Cup of the holy Tanofir and wisdom was all about me, strange wisdom from another world, rough, sharp wisdom from Tanofir, and the quiet wisdom of the dead among whom I dwelt.

I wearied of that also, Shabaka.

I was beautiful and knew it and I longed to shine in a Court, to be admired among men, to be envied of women, to rule.

My husband came my way.

He was clever with a great heart.