Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

Toula heard the word, the way that it was said in a way that was distinctly different to the Queen. and as Toula turned to look at her, she saw then upon Eset the gift that she had given to the man. 
her gift to him was for him to do as he pleased with, but it had been for him. to see another with it… to see that he had given it away… she was insulted! 
the only thing that gave her peace was that Eset wore it. she should have given it to the woman in the first place, she then felt. and what would a man like Khusobek do with a gift like that in any event? perhaps she should have known. and so Toula took some of her own responsibility in this, and swallowed her pride.
some of it, anyway. for she could also see that Eset was… hurt. it did not take a genius to guess that this was one passion that afflicted Eset. but Toula thought of history, of lessons. of the enemy of Osiris. did Khusobek fancy himself like Set, here to tear her love, her people, apart? 
Toula grew angry at the thought. angry that some man might think to do this, sow seeds of chaos in her palace—
can beings be ruled by passion? she asked then, not missing how both Eset and Inji were fellahin, beings that always had their eye upon her.