Six
They walked when it was night.
Brice argued that he did this for Cathal’s sake, but in truth he’d grown to enjoy the dark. The shades were no threat, and the shadows limited Brice’s world. They forced him to rely on senses other than sight, and this gave him something to focus on, something other than the horrible monotony that was his new life.
Cathal asked.
“That first shade was in the caves by the waterfall, right? And we don’t know where those caves and tunnels originate. I’m guessing they go right up to the rim, and that’s where the shades got in. If we go in from the bottom, we can track their traces up.”
But Cathal’s response was off-hand, like he wasn’t really listening. Like he was distracted.
They walked on, following the river. The distant, constant roar grew in volume
