Thankfully our vigil was uneventful. Although the turmoil in my mind more than made up for it. I would have been happier to be with them on their search for Gibley. That way I would have seen the danger with my own eyes and not have to suffer through the multiple images from my wild imagination.
I had something else to preoccupy my thoughts when a breeze commenced flowing from the vicinity of the rift. My sole thought then was that time was running out. I believed my agitation was picked up on by Conjil, bringing her to her feet, but when she moved to the tunnel opening I knew something else was afoot.
In a rush, Merlin and Dunfallon emerged – followed by Cluyjil bearing Gibley and the strand end. As the wizard and the dragon grew back to their own stature, Merlin explained that the line had become too heavy for Gibley to pull along.
Tinadell flew in at that instant and spoke to the problem – it was all on account of certain additions he had attached to the line as it paid out.
All talk ceased with the freshening of the breeze rising in force to a stiff wind.
I leapt on Conjil and announced that I would fly this end to Noralei down on the other side. Tinadell jumped on behind me.
When we reached her, she was already prepared. She even had separated out the inner strands of her end all the better to splice it together with ours.
Tinadell nodded his approval as he effected the reattachment of the two ends into one line.
When the rest of our party arrived, the Master Weaver instructed them what to do while he and I flew back to his chamber to take up the slack and pull the completed line back up into position.