“This way,” she said. Hidden behind the oleander hedge was a slot in the convent wall. Yar Song turned sideways and disappeared into the opening. Lia followed, expelling the air in her lungs to make herself fit. If the slot in the wall had been narrower by the width of a finger, she could not have squeezed through. The narrow passage widened after a few steps, and she could breathe again. “Being small has its advantages,” Song said. She switched on a hand lamp — some sort of Boggsian technology. “The priests will take this convent apart brick by brick. We had best keep moving.” They descended a short flight of steps to another passageway. Yar Song was moving almost at a run. Lia struggled to keep up. Her hours of wandering the streets were catching up with her; her legs were wobbly, and it had been far too long since she had slept. The floppy sandals didn’t help — several times she stumbled and almost fell. The passageway dead-ended at a blank wall. Yar Song pushed her fingers into a crevice and tugged.
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