Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

this machiavelli turned out to be a sumptuous wasp-waisted man who invited the coldwater eyes as easily as any temple dancer. the crocodile did not shower him with a moment's adulation, however.

"our hebsut tells me you have a pursuer. i served a pharaoh as captain of the guard. i understand revenge, assassination, political murder, and simple cases of mistaken identity."

had he a torch, he might have held it close now to illuminate that gossamer face.

"in order for me to protect you, to best serve the hebsut, the pharaoh, and the kingdom, i must know exactly who you are and what you have done."

he pinned machiavelli with icepike eyes and fell into expectant silence.