Mebet’s tokens of appreciation
The Gods’ Favorite had welcomed this pockmarked relation into his home. Now Makhako was telling his story more readily and eating with great satisfaction.
“Your mouth must be having a hard time,” Mebet said. “It has two jobs to do: eat and talk.”
“I’m used to it,” a cheerful Makhako answered.
“So, tell me: how did Hadko know where the One-Eyed Witch lives?”
Makhako’s jaws froze in mid-chew. From the moment he had arrived at the camp he had been worried that Mebet would start asking about how his son had ended up in such an unholy place. His fear had abated at his host’s showing him such warmth and generosity, but now it rose up again. Makhako was well aware that he was a bad liar, and thus he worried that he would be unable to hide the truth – it was him
