“Quiet as a
mouse,” said Deplorium to Truman and Borium as they approached the manor house.
“What now,
Deplorium?” asked Borium. “How do we get beyond the wall and into the ground?”
“Through a
tunnel ah found.”
Truman
frowned. “I don’t like the idea of going underground.”
“It’s the
only way tae avoid the hound.”
“The hound?”
queried Borium as his heart began to pound.
“Aye, big
and black and furry wi’ enormous sharp teeth. The safest way tae go is
underneath.”
“How do we
get through the tunnel without any light?” asked Truman. “The passage below
will be darker than night.”
“It’s a
breeze. We just move along oan oor hands and knees. Ah’ve done it a few times
wi’ relative ease.”
“So small?”
asked Borium. “I’m not sure I like the idea of having to crawl.”
“Och, it’s
easy, ye’ll see. The two o’ you are half the size o’ me.”
“Where does
the tunnel end?” asked Borium. “Tell us that before we descend.”
“Yes, and to
what depth does it go?” asked Truman. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
“What
difference does it make if it’s shallow or deep? All ye have tae do is creep.
We stop below the cellar floor and go up through the trap door. If ye have any
more questions, ye better say. Because it’s gettin’ late and we cannae delay.”
“Nothing we
say will make you sway,” said Borium. “We will go, just lead the way.”
“Okay,” said
Deplorium and pointed to a tree. “It’s over there. Come wi’ me.”
“Where is
the tunnel?” asked Truman as they approached the tree. “There’s nothing here as
far as I can see.”
“This is
it,” replied Deplorium when he removed some branches on the ground to reveal
the pit.”
“If I die,
please save my soul,” whispered Borium before he followed the others into the
hole.
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