Lion Head Mesa Nobody died (except me).

Some things were explained in the way Ramesses shifted them about.

Reyes dared not look anywhere but the ground. He was made this sanpin and then it was the attendants with him, the black wolf and the pretty one, which would concoct his first punishment.

The more Ramesses spoke the more Reyes wished he could do something, anything, to redeem himself and be gone from this place; but he had four long months of servitude ahead, with his daughter as the reward.

He could live with that, he told himself, and would tell himself repeatedly come nightfall. I'll be home soon, he would pledge. For now, Reyes would have to endure.