Two Eyes Cenote I do not care to serve you with good tidings on my tongue

Gucci came with high praise from Tavina, but hesbut and neb had exchanged precious few words. Still, the palatial halls speak, and by way of ear to stone Eset knew plenty of his curriculum vitae:

Dog, in species. Prior vizier to Toula’s father, Pharaoh Ramesses. Adopted patriarch to Medusa and Midas. And, once, quite close with the Sesh’s absent wife.

It is midmorning and already hot when the hebsut comes to greet the assembly, a passing look of gratitude between young Safiya and Mesaba before curving into a decorous bow.

“Lord Gucci, welcome to Muat-riya. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Chin rising now, she studies how his long dark fur is the color of polished seed and a fair point of age creases beneath his eye.