They stood together at the bottom for a few moments. She kept the tiny werelight bobbing around them. It showed a round, stone tunnel leading into the darkness, a trickle of icy water flowing down it. The air smelled foul.
“I"ll lead the way,” she said. She had to duck in the confined space as she walked. In truth, she didn"t really need the flame. She sensed the line of witch-marks on the wall ahead like a string of lights. She didn"t even need to stop as she came to each one. Follow, they said again and again. Follow! Follow!
Before too long, and with no further sounds of pursuit, they reached a metal grid. The marks told her this was the way out. Fer crouched in a low tunnel, square rather than round. Sounds echoed from the surface: great rumbling and booming noises. What was above th
