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She steels herself, listening to both explanations, waiting for concern to reduce itself perceptibly. Only two among Muat-riya ranked as mazoi, and she did not wish to risk them. But they were targeted. This infuriated her much more than was revealed in her carefully fixed mien.

“All right,” Eset nods her head, acquiescing. They would go to see what could be found. By that time they would have a report, and Pharaoh will have sent soldiers in support.

Khusobek turns. She moves to follow swiftly, blocking his leave with her narrow frame.

“Tomorrow,” it is an order. Her hand outstretches, paw uncurling to reveal three of the golden poppies sent from Akashingo. In the narrow space between them, Eset did not veil her worry. “Rest tonight.”

When the room again goes silent, the hebsut returns to the silver soldier, blood rushing into her cheeks.

“Meseba,” her eyes raise to the hardened lines of his face, “I am not with Khusobek. He is a married man.”

But she remembered the threatened way Inji, Nazli, and even Legend had looked at her, like she was the cyprian nymph come to steal their men away. Would Meseba do the same?

And were they wrong?