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queenly gal?" Smirking, she nodded.
"This way faster than through Big Sky," he explained as he
dashed ahead of them into a dark, narrow mine shaft. The
tunnel continued, straight as an arrow, for about six hun-
dred feet, Flint noted, counting his steps by using an old
trick from his dungeon-crawling days. Neither he nor Per-
ian had yet visited this part of Mudhole, and he wanted to
make sure they could find their way out again.
Then the shaft dead-ended. Nomscul led them around a
turn, and after another five hundred feet they came to an-
other tunnel on their right, but Nomscul ignored it. "That
go to Big Sky. We in Upper Tubes area now."
Two hundred fifty feet later the tunnel ahead narrowed
by half, and another shaft turned sharply to the left.
"Have you noticed we seem to be heading downhill?" Per-
ian called back to Flint, who was bringing up the rear.
"Yeah," Flint panted, winded by the walk. "And I'm glad
of it, because it's the only thing that's keeping me going.
How much farther?" he hollered ahead to Nomscul.
"Grotto right here!" Nomscul crowed unexpectedly, stop-
ping so suddenly that Perian slammed into him, and Flint
into her, his face buried in her russet curls
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