Long clear tones I breathed to waft from the Flute. No runs, no trills. Truth, my mind was fair occupied otherly, sifting and sifting thoughts of blue sand. I barely realized I was playing. Automatically my fingers moved. Such was so. Kar was somewhere, probably above me in the darkness as a winged cloud. I took no notice and had no thought of her. I played myself into a dreamy trance of blue sand falling in ribbons. “Bek, the shaft!” shouted Kar. Slapped alert, my eyes flew open. Kar shifted from cloud to bendo dreen, bathed bright in silver blue light cast off from a great climbing column of brilliance spouting from the top of the hill. I jammed Jo Bree into my braided belt, and with no hesitation, was off in a sprint. Kar had a fair lead on me, and I saw her arrive and dive head first to disappear in the light. I threw myself forward and joined her. Whump. I landed hard on the silver blue platform, banging my elbow a goodly crack. There we were at the top of a long twisting flight of silver blue stairs.
