Lion Head Mesa to speak the name of the dead is to make him live again

Sphinx. Not a familiar term, but he knew what it might mean.

Dipping his head courteously, Thutmose rumbled a small thanks in regard to her acceptance. I am always willing, divine Queen. For especially if our paths may soon entangle, Akashingo will be home to me. And even if not, for the time being, I will consider it such. Whatever duties may befit me, I shall heed the responsibilities and make myself useful where I am able. An offer and a promise, both in one. Devoted, he was, and this would be proven.

She then spoke of the gods. I do not often openly express my faith, but this does not mean I scorn it. There are some gods I know of, and some I do not. Perhaps you might teach me? She held the knowledge, but perhaps not desire for the task. It was an invitation of his curiousity all the same.