Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

She thought of remarking upon the lone male heir among sisters—were women lower, in Pharaoh's estimation?—but thankfully held her tongue. Maegi was older and wiser; she was past her mouthing-off days.

Sesh. She grinned, but the expression was rueful. I only know poisons, Pharaoh, she said. Other plants. . .not so much. 

It was a good segue. She did have desires. She looked at the pale-gold man, meeting his eyes directly, though keeping her body language respectful.

Tell me of your gods, Maegi pressed. Of the goddess of poppies, and the deformed man. . .I want to know all about who you worship.