Wheeling Gull Isle wordlessly watching, he waits by the window

a popular trick of priests was remembered, instantaneous memorization. used for prayers and the like, this had been bound in ramesses from the first day. he utilized it now, cunning spiderweb mind painting the words in hieroglyphs along the inside of his mind. so that when he said it back to maegi, he knew already the shape of them.
the emphases and accent of any kind would not be genuine; a rough approximation. but pharaoh was zealous in his pursuits of all things that led to the root of god. he wished to know what had taken place and what would; he wanted to know the incantations and the names of the deities which slept in this world. 
still now, the attempted islander tying himself into her gaze.