Lion Head Mesa palm

the lilac — and he did see the servant as such, a little desert flower thriving amid the red mud of the serpent. "she would not be able to defend you if there were bandits or assassins," pharaoh mused, but said no more.
makono's every word sounded as though it were already written as law.
this pleased him.
"you are aware that no fellahin is ever truly your friend, are you not, makono?"