Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

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Without a crowd surrounding the infirm, Sihaya could better spy the nature of Crowfeather’s injuries. They were heinous – sparkling with ruby red as the open wounds continued to seep. One leg was worse than the others. It appeared twisted and chewed up like it had been through a meat grinder.

Despite this, the dark spy was able to speak, though he appeared to only be borderline lucid. “Pharaoh be praised he has such attentive subjects,” Sihaya complimented. “If this one died Queen Satsu would be bereft.” Sihaya had seen the horror on her face when Germanicus delivered the wounded. “She cares for him, so,” he assumed.

He paused when both men inquired.

“Yes, I am the newest Mazoi.” Sihaya explained in his usual flat tone. “My name is Sihaya El-sayal. And you are… Crowfeather.” His orange gaze met the other man’s. “I had been looking for you. And you are…?” he turned to Germanicus then.