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"three weeks," khusobek nodded, head spinning. when he had wakened it was in agony. his life had changed in a series of seconds and all he was able to muster was concern.

it remained.

"i tortured the man soto before he was exchanged. in the future, as your wedjat, i will make no negotiation." at last his voice began to glisten with some life, some darkness. "is this something you want your sons also to learn, Divine One?"

he would not give it up. he would not surrender it. a muscle flinched in his jaw.

"i humbly ask that you send @Safiya on escort with the princes. i desire that she becomes second here." by her own shed blood had she earned a seat in rashepses' vision. "muat-riya will birth your soldiers."

and he would wipe the cartel from the face of the desert.