Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

There would have been no time to prepare for the approach of a noble, which was why Eset was gratified that the palace was always kept in impeccable order. Scrubbed, ornamented, shimmering with stippled mica walls and fresh-cut bouquets of primrose that perfumed the grotto air.

The hebsut was swift to receive the lord from Akashingo, taking little time to study him before arching into a bow. Only when admitted would she rise and regard him with much esteem.

“Neb Sutekh, to what do we owe the honor of this visit?” Her sunlit eyes settle upon the proud blond furs that frame his face.