Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

She grasps him firmly, arm shaking, but strong in its conviction to pull Machiavelli. He is hoisted thoroughly over the side of his prison cell, body laid upon the same shale bed where her own paws stand. She pants, recovering breaths, backing a step away to give room for his rise.

“If you mean to face them, Muat-riya will do so with you,” her chest heaves, “If you run, there is a back route into the desert at the other end of the palace. We can hold them off, buy you a day or two’s head start.” 

But there was a third option, and as Machiavelli's cold eyes follow her North, she knew it was by his own resolve the fellahin would seek retaliation. An end would be put to what was started, though if the hebsut was going to fall for her part in it, it would not be without a fight.