Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

muat-riya's crocodile had no defense against eset. as she spoke, his attention was drawn back to her. he held himself from truly searching the slender curve of her throat for a wasting illness, looked to see if her arms trembled, or her voice shook.

where meseba tensed with rightful indignation, khusobek's gaze was, for a moment, a conflagration of hateful, desperate worry which found its target not in eset, but in the aspect of what had harmed her. he could not more tear nature with his teeth than he could have stopped what occurred that day in the desert, but to see her laid low at all was an affront to the core-heart of khusobek, the throne of his very power which only their hebsut had ever occupied.

"they will expect to be poisoned during a feast. they may expect less to be poisoned by a friendly escort agreeable enough to lead them into the palace itself. we should attempt to waylay them before they reach muat-riya."

sicken the men. kill them while they vomited. bury them in the sand. a swift and brutal end.