Luneshale Pass Cerastes

She knew.
No, not yet, she swallows the dull knife lodged in her throat. but I fear he may.
He is not a kind man, Eset. And he knows that I do not like him. a breath is held in her throat amid a gravid pause. He has men with him who have already caused disruption. He had them seize a coyote townswoman, during a meeting, against the command of erpa-ha. If that was not a warning that he and his soldiers will bring destruction to our kingdom, I do not know what is.
Thutmose, too, she was not fond of; but he did not seem as harsh of a threat in the grand scheme of matters. I am to become jodai, as is the Queen's word. I will have no choice but to serve him if he is to be crowned pharaoh. And I am... terrified. For our Queen. For the mazoi. For what will come of the fellahin, soft and gold with a deep, cutting worry. I fear we are doomed.