I regained the surface before I knew that I had.
        Night. It was night, and I had not seen the entrance. I had felt no change in the air.
        Merely, I had taken another step and the wall ended. I stopped to let my eyes adjust and picked out a clump of trees and I knew then that I stood once again on the mount.
        A shadow moved with swift silence at my left. I stiffened, bracing myself, but glimpsed hair a moment against pale stone and knew it was Pennbaston. And she called, but not to me. Over her shoulder, "Gallett, she is here. Here!" Her hand gripped my arm.
        "It's night," I said.

        Pennbaston frowned as if she did not like this comment, as if that were a fault of mine. "Rider?" She peered into my face, seeking my eyes, as Gallett ran up to us. She held a light.
        "Is it the same night?"
        "Yes," Pennbaston said, "but nearly gone. Dawn is in 1/2 an hour."
        "Curious."
        "And that means something happened," Gallett said. "Are you all right, rider? Rider?" She gripped my shoulder.
        "Of course."
        "There's no of course about it," Pennbaston was sharp. She was often sharp when things were over. Being a fine med she became generally too caught up in the moment while jobs were being performed.