Wheeling Gull Isle wordlessly watching, he waits by the window

did she? but then, maegi had just finished telling to ramesses the reality of how she had used her poisonous knowledge. perhaps in that notion, direct with threat but vague in intention, there resided a message. maybe it had been one of her own upon which the dark one in the pale robe moved. 
was there regret in maegi for what she had done? was this the allusion of what she had said, taking matters into one's own paws? ramesses felt himself flush with a thousand questions, seeking, pinpointing. wanting. "Amun will tell me when i am to leave. where i am to go. He has never misled me before."
but pharaoh was staring upon her now, wondering if she made of herself an oracle.