Two Eyes Cenote gods of the arena

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she unbandaged him again, grimacing at the angry redness of that poor eye. "come. sit down."

"eset will not abandon muat-riya, so you're smart to think twice about it. ordering her won't work. speaking to her will, and even then she'll want to come back. in that case, do go to akashingo first — if pharaoh and her consort are still here."

"if she comes back straightaway, rashepses may punish her, demote her. imprison her. if khusobek still sleeps, or if he dies, this will be tenfold, i believe. but if i can keep the captain alive, eset may have some leverage. standing at her side against pharaoh makes you a traitor, meseba. remember the gravity of what we are doing."

a pause. "this will hurt. drink." the same she had given the others; wine and poppy. "you will need to sleep before you go."

a peeled willow stick lay on her table. willow did not grow in the lowlands; she had traded for the antiseptic bark and now she lifted it, counted beneath her breath, and drove its pointed end firmly into meseba's ailing eye.

oozing, bloodied; tavina set down her implement and steadied the guard with soothing wounds, wiping the gore from his cheekbone until she was able to see the socket empty.

flushed, packed with chewed herbs, swaddled in milkweed fluff, and wrapped with new sinews, it would hold.

belatedly, tavina realized she had not looked up in an hour.