Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

Cold water.

He knew this trick, had used it before, knew how the cold fingers would sink into skin and sinew and relax them. He slipped silently from the side of the pharaoh, and into the cold water of the wellspring. Once in, he would dunk his entire body, starting with his stomach, then taking a breath and ducking his head in as well.

It shocked him to even fuller wakefulness, and in the brief moments where water filled his senses, he briefly remembered his near drowning. Dread filled his chest, but he came back up blowing water like a whale, snorting from his nose like a commander’s prized warhorse. Now dripping, he looked to Makono with a silent question.

Was she going to enter too? Or would she just watch him bathe?