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Chapter 15 — The Giddy Bridge
“Step,”andonesoaredoff!Allsortsofquestionsranthroughmymind:“WherearetheSelenites?Whatwilltheydo?Shallweevergettothattunnel?IsCavorfarbehind?Aretheylikelytocuthimoff?”Thenwhack,stride,andoffagainforanotherstep.
IsawaSeleniterunninginfrontofme,hislegsgoingexactlyasaman’swouldgoonearth,sawhimglanceoverhisshoulder,andheardhimshriekasheranasideoutofmywayintothedarkness.Hewas,Ithink,ourguide,butIamnotsure.Theninanothervaststridethewallsofrockhadcomeintoviewoneitherhand,andintwomorestridesIwasinthetunnel,andtemperingmypacetoitslowroof.Iwentontoabend,thenstoppedandturnedback,andplug,plug,plug,Cavorcameintoview,splashingintothestreamofbluelightateverystride,andgrewlargerandblunderedintome.Westoodclutchingeachother.Foramoment,atleast,wehadshakenoffourcaptorsandwerealone.
Wewerebothverymuchoutofbreath.Wespokeinpanting,brokensentences.
“You’vespoiltitall!”pantedCavor.“Nonsense,”Icried.“Itwasthatordeath!”
“Whatarewetodo?”
“Hide.”
“Howcanwe?”
“It’sdarkenough.”
“Butwhere?”
“Uponeofthesesidecaverns.”
“Andthen?”
“Think.”
“Right—comeon.”
Westrodeon,andpresentlycametoaradiatingdarkcavern.Cavorwasinfront.Hehesitated,andchoseablackmouththatseemedtopromisegoodhiding.Hewenttowardsitandturned.
“It’sdark,”hesaid.
“Yourlegsandfeetwilllightus.You’rewetwiththatluminousstuff.”
