Lion Head Mesa cartouche

a shout of amusement from below the mesa;
"you were right to lead us here," pharaoh commented, a rare praise for one who did not share his golden plinth. "Khum blesses us with His bounty. even here."
he had not thought it possible to squeeze water from a mountain, and yet here they were, in the mazes beneath the redrock spire, and the sounds above muted, filtered down through a smoothing echo.
"the trail forks, there," he muttered, halting. splitting into two paths, with a solid wall of stone beginning between the opposing curves.
"i do not think we should be parted. who knows what sort of monstrous beasts dwell in this place."