The doorway was narrow and also very low, forcing Tyr to edge through sideways in a stooped position. There was no latch or even handle and the plain wooden panel swung in easily, allowing him to move forward into yet more blackness. He reached out and at once felt his hand on a wall. A sweep to the right and another wall rushed up. He waved an arm through the left-hand dark and felt nothing. Left it was, then. Fearful of tripping or walking into something, Tyr waved both of his hands in front of him and gingerly took each step through the utter darkness. The passage he was in started off only as broad as himself, as though it had been built for him and for this day, before the walls disappeared. Not even his groping hands could feel a wall to the left or right of him. Disorientated by the
