Two Eyes Cenote absque [ap]

Rashepses had started drinking as soon as the feasting began and he had not stopped. Their halls filled with raucous delight and he filled himself with good drink and beautiful faces. Each new voice sought to outdo the previous with stories of great beasts slain, grand battles waged and women conquered.

The Semer-wati’s face was bright with amusement but it was settled firmly upon a dark figure who kept to the shadows. Their eyes touched.

“Germanicus!” he dazzled as he crossed through the crowds, drink hoisted, “I raise my cup to you, commander.” He motioned for a passing fellahin, grabbing another portion of cactus pulp and holding it out to the ranger, “a toast must be seconded.”