He was obviously familiar with it. He led her inside and navigated easily by torchlight. The moonlight did not extend far into the interior, and the blackness made her all the more uneasy. This was the sort of place one could enter and never find the leave of. When they reached a very large chamber, he stopped and released her hand. Netta could hear the continual sound of running water nearby. But her captor moved to the two leather bags he surely must have left here waiting for them. One bag held candles. He lit five and placed them around the room before extinguishing his torch. The dance of shadows against the rock crevices of the cavern was strangely beautiful, and Netta was suddenly aware of being bone weary. “I want you to eat again,” he said quietly. “Then we must sleep.” He gave her the second bag. “It is yours,” he told her. “Eat what you want now. The rest is for later. If you must leave, take it with you.” “I will go now,” she dared to tell him. “No, Lady.
