Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

Toward the vaulted entrance she leads Sutekh, conscious of him at her flank but warming to his admiration. Muat-riya was always eye-catching, situated well on rising ground, backed by a ridge of high stone and woody hills; the falls which fed the cenotes below trilling peacefully.

“We are still growing, though our numbers have settled for now. There are several adults and a litter of puppies residing here.” Though with their hemet’s pregnancy, they were soon to expand again. “Are you from a local kingdom, Neb Sutekh?” She asks politely and leads him through the winding pathways into the great room where the twin cenotes ripple in their grand expanse and vines drape like silk curtains around.

“These are the cenotes, the most remarkable feature of our palace,” she leans over the edge to place a hand in the cooling waters, “It is here where we bathe.”