"So not really a big lever you're passing up there."

"I don't think so. The pharaoh's probably unimpressed with 'shoot things with arrows' as a lever."

"Of course. You ever try to lift something by sticking a lever under it and opening fire?"

"Sort of! In a trapped corridor in a tomb we were robbing. We were trying to get a wooden door which had on our side of it been covered with metal to catch fire."

"Pfft! Did that work?"

"Not at first but we got it eventually using oil."

"Gaps in the metal?"

"Yeah."

"Congratulations. Assuming it turns out that was a wise thing to do and didn't just set off a million traps."

"We got what we came for and got out in one piece."

Fazil wakes up. Glances at them, raises an eyebrow slightly.

"Morning," she says, switching back to Osirian.

"Good morning. Trouble sleeping?"

"I slept fine but without regard for the sun, which I'd rather see less of anyway."

With some effort he does not smile. He glances at Hagan, who raises his hands defensively.

"After three rounds of unsupervised conversation I was going to fall in love but then she started making fun of amputees for being asymmetrical and muttering at Fy that she'd eat her at our wedding and that snapped me right out of it."

"You ever eaten snake? It's pretty good!"

" - asymmetrical?"

Patpatpat. "Don't think too hard about it."

"If you're down a hand chop off the other to match, I say!"

Fazil stares at her for a couple seconds. Then he pulls out his holy symbol. "I'm...going to pray."

"Mmhmm."

"Dear Abadar today I would like one of Detect Humor," says Belmarniss, pulling out her spellbook.

"I was just thinking a lot of Silence."

"Do we have instructions from Sothis?" asks Mahdi drowsily.