A sharp pain gripped her abdomen, rousing her back to her senses. She wondered where she was. When she opened her eyes, her hunch was confirmed: darkness. Just when they thought their month without sunlight was over. She touched her waist and felt a hand. After groping around for few moments, she came across a ruffled mop of hair. Sennar. “Sennar,” she called out lightly. She shook him. “Sennar …” He shifted beneath her hand. “Everything okay?” the sorcerer muttered wearily. “I’m fine. You?” Sennar’s hand moved, and she heard his clothes rustling in the dark. “Everything’s okay, I think,” he answered. “Any idea of where we are?” he asked a few moments later. “How about you give us a little light and we’ll find out.” Sennar leaned on the rocky wall. “If my memory serves me well, didn’t you used to know a little magic?
