CHAPTER 7DARK CITADEL
There were no gates, no door. The portal stood open and empty. They went through into a dimness and a silence greater even than that which reigned over the strange valley beyond. Kellory walked softly, the Staff of his Power in his hand, and his eyes roamed from side to side, searching every nook and corner. His ears strained for the whisper of a voice or the echo of a footfall, but there came no sound to his ears other than that which they made. And with other senses he searched as well, senses denied to the girl at his side: the tendrils of his mind reached out through the Web of the Worlds and hearkened after tremors that should disturb—ever so slightly—the intricate and interlocking balance of forces that is the Universe. He sensed, however, nothing but the smell
