Lion Head Mesa wrath & poison

safiya was hardly conscious now. when senmut parted ways with the jodai it was to work over her with eset's offering, adding a tincture of poppy and a slathering of cobwebs almost to that entire small face.

her father had followed the red prince; khusobek stood stricken in the doorway.

"i am sending you back with bearberry, golden poppy, coriander, peppercorns, and salt. all things requested by @Eset. but first, jodai, please. nothing will be gained by rushing. eat. rest. i will send a meal here for you."

touching the broad shoulder of the guard, senmut left him, glancing back to see the crocodilisik slowly pulling a furred coverlet up to the girl's chin. 

Sekhmet. i am no priest of war. i am no drinker of the scarlet beer. but i implore and beseech You, Great Huntress; dispatch those who would stand against your chosen. let their hearts be ground to blood.

machi! hurt; alive.

the guards held the border; he sent them to scour for @Machiavelli carefully between the river and the pass. what akashingo was in need of now might be a mereo.