Two Eyes Cenote [sc] reverse, reverse!

"but it is not, hawk-in-the-nest. you were born of treva. you can only bear one lineage and it is mine. in the Land of Reeds, she is bereft; in paradise, she grieves, and such ire twists the ka."
regret was woven into him, into all of him, blanching ramesses from ivory light into something greyed and weathered and thinned —;
"bring the flesh of three vipers and seven thornfruits to her tomb. give them in ceremony. mingle your blood with the red dust upon that place. when she sees it, she may know you as you know her."
his tone grew teasing, as if he were telling a child to fix her hair; "and you must wear more amulets, toula, far more. you are pharaoh. each day you must wear items of power and protection, each day you must paint your eyes to turn away the dogshead death."