Two Eyes Cenote [m] tierra de nadie

She throws herself down into the sand at Safiya’s side, fighting off panicked sobs.

“You’re all right. Everything’s going to be all right now,” her hand trembles over the girl’s throat. Blood seeps from the mutilated eye, but it is the wound to her throat which concerns Eset most.

“Carry her inside, we need to get pressure on the wounds,” she speaks to Khusobek and in the same breath calls for a fellahin. “Go North to the Moontide gathering. Send for Tavina. Alert Pharaoh and Semer-wati, then go to Akashingo, inform the Erpa-ha," then breathlessly to a second: “bring sterile water from the cenote.” She must irrigate the wounds. Keep them damp. But she knew the clock on Safiya’s life was ticking.

Bursting into the medical bay, Eset rifles through the medicine stores.

“Something for the pain, something for the pain.” Feverfew. White willow. The hebsut began to crush strands of herb into a salve with her paw.