I tugged Fion roughly with me inching sideways between rock layers. Where the crack twisted and sank until it was only a gap of 2/3 meter from the floor I inched my way backwards and with my fist wound in Fion's tunic dragged her in stages through that slit until I must heave her up and pull her once more through the vertical space.
        I was gasping by the time I passed the last corner and saw the blade of light ahead. Its broad rays filtered in through ragged rock lids. Though I felt the anxious people pressed as close as they dared to the entrance I did pause briefly to gather breath and some composure around the edges of the disturbed roaring in my head for I would have to speak with them.
        The roaring was the difference disturbed. Strange words were shouted and echoing in my mind and there was a shuddering and flashes of images sometimes only harsh searing colors and sometimes I thought they were shapes, of dwellings perhaps, or landforms, but they were none I had ever seen.