“You mean my father?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“When thou didst tell him that thou wouldst like to eat salt with the sons of Emin Bey.”
“And are you interested?”
“I have Mameluke blood in my veins. Find the descendant of Emin and he will restore Egypt to its greatness—I have said it, and the prophet hath spoken.”
“And will you help me?”
“If I can. I—had—another—reason——”
Girzilla hesitated, paused between her words, looked confused, and really blushed.
“And that was——” asked Max.