No matter how much I try to calm myself, I am struggling with the desire to be off. Rumble and Dunfallon were coming around to my way of thinking this morning, but then came an invitation from their new friends to join them in a game.
So they went off to roll some balls at some standing pins – the object of which is to knock them all down, I hear.
Gilgorgon took pity on me and took me on a long climb through tunnels to the top of the mountain. There we emerged to a fantastic view. I stood there transfixed. I could clearly trace our path all the way back to Nonin-gal-dith.
My new friend woke me from my reverie and led me around to the other side.
The horizon on that side was not visible – it was obscured by a blackness that was growing – gaining in height and creeping in our direction.
And it was as though a multitude was pleading for our help.