Two Eyes Cenote and who am I to bridle, if I’m forced to be an idol?

Days passed and so too did the palace grow in wealth and beauty and populace. It was becoming more a monument to Pharaoh’s power. The hebsut busied herself with Toula’s rituals, arranging morning breakfasts before prayer and drawing her evening baths. She is returning from her work in the divine chambers when a voice arises from the desert and she changes course to greet the caller.

They are a pair who wear rich tapestries of golds and reds and carry an air of importance even on the outskirts of palatial opulence. She feels compelled to bow low in pertinent reverence before lifting her chin to address them.

“Welcome to Muat-riya, reign of Pharaoh Muat-riya Isetnofret Toula of the Red Serpent. I am hebsut of the palace, Eset. How may I help you?”