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. But even as he returned to his companions,
darkness, thick and black as a mourner's cloak, fell with startling
suddenness.
Riana gasped, but Flint only shook his head as though to say
that he expected something of the sort. "Night's dark is never this
heavy," he muttered. He saw his companions as faint reddish
outlines in the unrelieved blackness. Tanis, too, would be able to
see. But he knew that Riana, with only her human night vision,
weak by the standards of dwarves and elves, must be nearly
sightless.
"Tanis, give her a minute," he whispered. To Riana he said,
"Close your eyes for a moment, then see if you can't get yourself
adjusted to this darkness."
She did, bowing her head in concentration. But when she
opened her eyes again she only shook her head.
"It's like being blind!"
"Aye," Flint agreed, "and likely that's how you're meant to
feel." He took her hand and guided it to his shoulder. "Get your
bearings, girl. Tanis, what did you find out there?"
"Nothing much. There is a postern gate around the north side.
We can make for that. The main entry is unguarded, but I'd like to
make as quiet an entrance as we can. Let's head for that postern."
"I'll not argue. Lead on then."
The path Tanis led them along was narrow and rocky, curving
around the north side of the valley and down through a small
decline to a tall, slim tower thrusting up from the main keep.
Staying close to the black wall of the tower, Tanis crept slowly
toward the weathered wooden door where he waited for Flint and
Riana, still clinging to the old dwarf's shoulder, to join him
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