CHAPTER 49
Dzantig led Penrys along the tunnels. They walked enwrapped in the limited sphere of light shed by the lantern. Everywhere outside of its reach was blackness.
It seemed to Penrys that she was back in the endless abyss, that she had found its bottom and it extended forever over her head.
She stopped, occasionally, lost in the nightmare, and Dzantig came back and tugged at her gently to get her started again.
He shuttered the lantern when they reached a door, no different in character than any of the others they had passed. He opened it softly and peered outside, and drew her through after him.
They had emerged above ground behind a work shed. She could see the lights of very late travelers crossing the bridge south into the main city.
“We’re well south of the market square,
