Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

"as you wish, hebsut." his voice was flat. he would not argue, and certainly not before meseba. ironically it was not until this moment that he felt any kinship with the other mazoi; now they were aligned in protecting eset despite her very great stubbornness.

or perhaps from her very great stubborness.

he decided that if there was a single foot placed out of gait. these slavers would find themselves in that thorned rope. khusobek had enjoyed using it, despite the flicker of guilt and true self-revulsion; the fear and the silence had fed something in him that eset had abandoned.

abandoned. yes.

"has this poison already been procured, or would you rather not know?"