Her steps echoed as she marched forward. It was going to be a long walk. She was glad she hadn't worn high heels after all. She studied the statues that lined the sides of the hall. Hundreds and hundreds of figures, each different, each in a warlike pose. Who were they? They couldn't be former kings; Menhroth had been on the throne for five hundred years. Most looked like normal soldiers. It was as if someone had carved bone statues of the entire undain army.
After ten minutes she reached the third archway. She paused for as long as she dared, then got to her hands and knees. The other end of the hall was still some distance. She crawled. The bone floor was smooth to her touch but sharp on her knees. Her tights would be laddered in no time. It was a good thing no one at Genera could see h
