Chapter twenty-twoWe hammered on down the slope in a tangle of arms and legs. Tobi, for one, kept a grim clutch on his torch. Other torches shot shards of light against the stony roof sliding past above. Expecting all kinds of highly unpleasant spikes at the foot of the descent, I was both surprised and relieved when we cascaded out onto a smooth marble floor.
Everyone was yelling and struggling to get up. My Val! The scene must have given outrageous enjoyment to those cramphs of Sodan!
“Shastum!” I bellowed. “Quiet! Sort yourselves out, now!”
Well, by Krun, we only just made it. We were still struggling to find our feet and bring the torches forward to light up what lay ahead when this fresh tunnel filled with leaping grey forms.
Pricked of ear, lean of flank, lethal, with jaws stuffe
