Two Eyes Cenote heliocereus

"it depends on who gives them, my son." he tried to think, to search his mind; "machiavelli is our servant. he serves the hebsut, as we do. but he serves also us. his place is understood. if he gives a song or a gift, it may be for his own aims. but i have never seen him do violence to another."

he put out his arm, muddied from pacing; he had ignored the rents of teeth but now he showed his wrist to kheti. "he is strong. interrogations should be held with two mazoi."

a lesson under which tutelage he had labored; khusobek drew a breath to ground himself. "never lose your sense of gifts and of songs, kheti. only guard it."