Two Eyes Cenote Coachwhip

"and i will accept what punishment you see fit for it." he felt like a fool, but he could not blame eset for what looked like to her the actions of a volatile, uncontrolled man.

there was nothing more to say. khusobek was flatly cold, not for any stirring of malice in his own form for eset, but embarrassment for himself. 

he had been a different individual when he served hatshepsuun. those days could not come here. "i will rotate with stark. the sands call my name. perhaps my sadism will be better tempered on a longer march." sadism! how could she accuse him of these things when she knew him more deeply than any wolf in muat-riya knew machiavelli?

the crocodile waited in tense silence for eset's decree and dismissal.