Two Eyes Cenote wheel & sling

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"yes, yes," khusobek growled dismissively, "you have told me many things. i want to know what you are not telling me."

he rose and with a roll of the hard shoulders, knocked away the food which a tentative servant had set down within machiavelli's reach. if a brutish dog was what the man wanted, he would receive that.

he grabbed the fellahin, dragged him into the light across the mucky floor; "prince or prophet, it matters not a damn to me, i promise you this."

the broad face with its mouth of crocodilian teeth loomed closer. "now tell me something i have not heard, or you may go thirsty in the hottest part of the day."