Two Eyes Cenote Right hand

“Do you not desire, Ka? Wives. Fatherhood.” What man would not? He blazed against the Sphinx’s hesitancy. “Come spring it will be arranged,” a look pinned him, silencing this doubt. Mesen-ka’s duty was to his Prince, and to him it would always be. He would keep his post, if he wished, and have the mother raise the pups.

“Take your pick of women. But give me nephews, brother.” He raised a taut arm to his shoulder, smile sun-hardened.