Two Eyes Cenote Coachwhip

"you gave him into my care as a prisoner. no longer beneath our protection. no longer our own. had i known his cell was to be an alcove of peace, i would have ordered wine myself."

he could not help the bite in his voice, angered by eset's ire vented upon him. "you are right. i am not green, nor am i unskilled. his words do not stir me. i have heard worse. but you might ask yourself why a man who cowered and pleaded before us turns to an acid tongue when he is asked to be accountable."

a pause. he turned, his shoulders hard in a roll that was accompanied by an exhale. she had not seen the man laughing and begging for khusobek's anger, his wrath, his inflicted pain; she had not seen how he had stayed his hand over and again, unmoved. hatshepsuun would not have cared what happened to any prisoner. it spoke of eset's better character that she did, and khusobek was shamed by her goodness.