OF REVEALINGS AND THE REVEALEDHeadlock followed the voices through the deserted corridors until met by a staircase that rose almost vertically up through a shaft in the rock. Here the whole tunnel echoed with channelled foreign speech, the voices multiplied ad infinitum, or so Headlock hoped.
“Up,” he said, pointing, but Grace already had her foot on the step. Headlock sniffed his approval and led on.
The shaft was darker than a hole at night, but the extra shadowing offered some comfort to Headlock who still troubled over his companion’s stylings. Grace resembled a glorious dawn buried by an immovable night. Better a buried sun than no sun at all thought Headlock and pressed on.
Feeling their way along the stone, the two progressed by careful navigation up into the city’s rafters until
