11
Marcus scurried over to the doors and looked inside. “By Gad. . . “ he whispered.
“By technology,” Sage corrected him.
I squinted into the darkness. “So should we have someone stay out of here in case technology decides to lock us in?”
Midge flapped his wings and twittered. Bee nodded. “Yes, I quite agree. Those doors sounded just awful.”
Sage illuminated his hand with flame and stepped into the hall. He peeked behind the left-hand door and pursed his lips. “I think these gears have sprung their last.”
“Fifteen centuries will do that,” Caius quipped.
“Then let’s go inside!” Marcus insisted as he dashed inside.
“Marcus!” Caius shouted.
Marcus skidded to a stop and sheepishly looked over his shoulder. “But the doors won’t close on us, right?”
“That doesn’t mean there mig
