Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

muat-riya's new captive did not fight.

it was in the taking below that he thought of how far akashingo was from the cenote; how the man's screams would never touch safiya's ears there.

but this man did not belong to him. khusobek chanted this to himself over and over, at last releasing the man largely unscathed in the same prison cell which had once kept machiavelli.

his chest heaved with the need for this release of pain; it burned in khusobek, it lived in his eyes, the deep desire to shed the stranger's blood in slow droplets that took a half-dozen days to fall.

"inform the hebsut that i have captured a man i have reason to believe is leaving poisons." a muscle in his jaw leapt. "tell her he is always looking for our youngest soldier." an embellishment. he sent the fellahin then to @Eset.

outside lay the greenery. khusobek did not dare send another to bring it. he only fought with himself not to harm this man further. he spoke no common; objectively it would prove nothing for the palace to torture him. and yet — he hunkered like a stone idol to wait.