‘If I had my time again,’ she whispered with a dry mouth, ‘If only I could have my time again!’
She was on hands and knees now crawling along the rough stone tunnel, with scarcely enough room to raise her head to see whether another chamber was to come.
‘Will I reach the centre and find that I am crushed like an olive in an olive press? Will the stone close over me and I be trapped here forever?’
The pain of the pounding of her heart was almost too much to bear.
If she had wanted to turn back now there was no way she could have manoeuvred the turn in that small space.
She had to go on.
There was another chamber.
It was enormous, opening before her like a giant cavern.
She straightened her cramped limbs and dragged herself to her feet, staring about her with awe.
It was a sombre an
