Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

“Yes, my Lord,” her lips thin into a look of compliance. It is her cutlass she saves for when his back is turned, and only then are the full span of her breaths returned.

The hebsut pitches from the wall, summoning a fellahin to prepare a bath while disappearing down the hall to arrange his bedchamber with all their grandest assorted accouterments; bobcat furs, spiced aromatics, distilled prickly pear and all the uncut gems to thrill the eye. Enough pampering, perhaps, that the prince would fail to make mention of this soured exchange with her superiors at the mesa.

Regardless, the neb's plan was to make a timely return to Akashingo, and so Eset's deeper consternations were for a time subdued.