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.