Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

The godking had worked hard to ease the nerves from her, and by now Nazli had forgotten about her earlier fears and misgivings; she was doing her work, that was all. Her mind was tired from the earlier game and now she had fallen in to the habit of her training, appeasing her betters. The mindless work of tidying a the pharaoh's coat had lulled her in to a state of complacency.
When he bade she enter the spring, she did not think twice about it.
It was not unheard of for her to sit in the water with her betters, she thought. She had done so with Makono and nothing ill had befallen her. She had tended the baths for others, and often cleaned them. This was no different from any other job.
The water was cold. Her haunches trembled as soon as she had stepped off the ledge and in. The man with his golden coat and nightblue eyes watched her from the far wall. Obediently, she moved to meet him there - the sagewater soaking through her immediately, as Nazli settled.