"Grandmother?!" even a few days later, Mark couldn't accept the new information about the old witch, who had made his life miserable so many times. "Grandmother?!" he repeated again.
Nefertari giggled. Surprisingly, she turned out to be the ideal companion: almost tireless, witty in the way Mark liked most, and with a good sense of humor. After some time, Mark stop caring too much about whose relative his new friend was and just enjoyed the time he spent with her.
"I know, you somehow skipped that fact, but people sometimes meet each other, they get married, then they have children... And when those children become grown-ups, they can have their own children as well. This is how grandchildren come into being. Now you know!" she replied, teasing him.
Mark only sighed.
"You know perfectly well what I mean," he smiled. "Just this old wit..." he swallowed the last word, "your elderly relative has nothing in common with pleasant old ladies who bring their grandchildren candy and knit endless socks for them, don't you think?" He instinctively shivered, recalling that he barely got out alive from all his previous meetings with the old hag. He was almost sure that another death trap had already been prepared for him... and he was willingly traveling to it!
"I lost both my parents at the age of two. My grandmother had some other business that she had to continue, so she left me at the local temple where I received a classic education. I know you don't like her, but she was always kind to me, and we talked a lot during her occasional visits. She's also the Priestess of Sopdu," Nefertari shrugged her shoulders. "They're all quite like that."
"Well, I always expect to be fooled by you due to your close relationship with her," confessed Mark and Nefertari smiled again.
"Actually, my grandmother taught me that it's not that hard to fool even the smartest person," she said with a smirk. "Most people willingly allow themselves to be fooled. Like you just did."
"Me? How do you mean?"
"You said you expect me to fool you. So, regardless of how I act, you'll eventually be fooled. Either I will fool you, or I won't. But since you expect this to happen, then even If I don't, I'll disappoint your expectations, and therefore you'll be fooled, is that not true?"
"Hmm..." Mark pondered. "And now I'm starting to think that you could be the priestess of some Egyptian deity as well?" Mark said with a little chuckle.
"You love logical puzzles." Nefertari laughed back. "Try to guess the answer to this one. I have three friends who I grew up with in the same place: Amizi, Bennu, and Phoeba.
• If Amizi is a priestess, so is Bennu.
• If Bennu is a priestess, then Phoeba either also serves a deity or Amizi is not a priestess.
• If I am not a priestess, then Amizi is a priestess, but not Phoeba.
• If Amizi is a priestess, so am I.
So, according to the puzzle, how many of us and which of us serve a deity? But remember," she smiled again, "it's just a puzzle. And not necessarily true."
Task: Solve the logical puzzle. How many of the four friends are priestesses, and is Nefertari a priestess herself?