“Dost thou want to die?”
The question came out of the darkness and sounded afar off, yet Max could almost fancy that the breath of the speaker fanned his cheek.
“Who is that speaks?”
“Question not my name.”
“Where am I?”
“In the depths of the storehouse of the great Gizeh.”
The answer was given in a low voice, almost as soft as a whisper.
“Am I then under the pyramid?”
“That is how thou wouldst express it.”
“Will you aid me to escape?”