Lion Head Mesa kadat ∢ nesikh

perhaps you are right, Toula ponders, gaze turning to the one that could be her sibling, but it is my intent to make certain of such. my sister, Ashikaga, is missing—her favored Hemet dead. our Hem has been savaged. this one found some corridors to flee to—which could mean familiarity with the palace, but it could also mean that perhaps he was simply looking for any place to run. 
her plan for him was simple. he will learn to speak a new tongue. he will soon enough be given the opportunity to explain himself to me, her eyes turned now to the Nebet as she then asked: do you trust me?