Lion Head Mesa imprisonment

the fellahin which had collared the man was summarily reprimanded, and the collar removed while in her company. it had not been a tight fit. in fact, drusk hardly noticed it; but he presumed the sight was enough for word to travel to the pharaoh and the upset rippled throughout the servants.

he was brought to the spring where he could be washed. flanked by these same fellahin yet at a distance, and mazoi eyes upon him in case the beast ran afoul of this new freedom, he entered the winding underground of the palace.

the mountain people were born for cliffs and highlands, for chasing their sheep and the wild goats they claimed, and never did they sleep beneath the earth. that was where the dead went. yet these desert people by comparison had built an empire within the earth!

drusk felt uneasy as he found himself within this spacious room with perfumed water. he would not go near it, and without the collar he could not be led or forced. instead he watched the fellahin around him with what could only be described as a hollow, glazed expression.