Chapter eighteenNo wonder this entrance was secret!
Pressing myself as flat as possible against the rock at my back I edged with exquisite carefulness along a ledge less than two handbreadths in width. The ledge slanted down across the sheer face where the mountain had been sliced off aeons ago. The drop lay shrouded in darkness.
Of course, it was raining. Of course, the wind howled around my ears like a pack of maniacal banshees.
Wetness and bluster encompassed me as I edged along.
Invoking both Makki Grodno and the Divine Madam of Belschutz, I found to my relief that the ledge broadened as it curved around the flank of the mountain. Now the wind, which had been blowing full at my face, screeched against my side. I remained with my back flat against the rock and edged along: had I tri
