Lion Head Mesa chariot

this thing was going to serve her, somehow?
as what, breakfast?

oh, and it could speak! it spoke in a garbled way, not like the lilting of ramesses or the light, precise speech of satsu. as it spoke it called her a dog and she did not know what that was, except it brought heat to her cheeks.

bred for—excuse me! satsu did not know what to make of all this. what to make of him, this gucci creature.
she took comfort in the idea that he was so small and meek by comparison to the wolves of akashingo, even the soft-hearted tamar was strong enough to dispatch him should the need arise.

what is it you think this - gucci, can do for me? she asked this of ramesses, recoiling a bit from the sight of the mutant child he had brought.