Lion Head Mesa [sc] root & gut

they drank, roaring up at the plinth and the dancing, coupling holy ones.

in the shouting throng, khusobek drew his arm around @Inji's waist. "the fellahin are watchful. we will not be needed while we honor Hathor, my love," he murmured into her ear, his breath resplendent with berry-tones from the wine handed out by dashing servants.