Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

khusobek's words bring unwelcome thoughts to the forefront of meseba's mind. the thought of the slavers touching eset, looking at her, breathing in her direction causes his stomach contents to curdle and sour. he swallows thickly back the bile that has risen; jaw clenching tightly as eset digs her heels in.

she would go, her voice ringing with a finality that rings in meseba's head like a striking anvil. he hated the idea, but he would not argue further for the sake of not wishing to be insubordinate.

then we do not fail to stop them in their tracks before they reach us.

was machiavelli worth all of this? all of the danger he was bringing to their doorstep?

i hope he's worth this, for i will not forgive him if something happens to you, hebsut.

his truth spoken, meseba falls into an obedient silence once more.