Lion Head Mesa The winged sun

He did so. And with an ear pressed to their foundation generations threatened to slip by. He heard a wild groan. He heard the wax and wane of old Pharaohs. 

Caution had an iron grip on the mind. Thoughts ran half-mad with fear. For a long moment his own lips stayed firmly shut. The catacombs rolled and shuddered around them.

“Well? What can this mean?” Semer-wati tossed his head. He would show no such panic. The role of King was to be fearless.