It's difficult to see for another reason too: there's a roof over their heads now, heavy pale stone quite different from the dark slabs of before. If this is a cavern, it's been worked and expanded by humans; if it's a hallway, it's extremely well-made. A torch is set into a wall sconce a little ways off, and smoke from it coils sluggishly.
"This is neither Hell nor Hades. In any case," he adds somewhat dryly, "neither of us fit the role."
Both of them would make extremely poor Orpheuses, and extremely poor Eurydices, let alone together.
"Apparently that was a door." He's looking around as he says it, at the walls and ceiling and the way the corridor or tunnel curves gradually away.
They still seem to be alone. No footsteps, anyway, and no voices, and no forms or motion to be seen.
He asked Bar for matches and a candle or lantern, and got matches and a little device like a colorful smooth stick with a glass lens at one end and a button set into the side. It takes him a moment of fumbling to turn the thing on.
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"This is neither Hell nor Hades. In any case," he adds somewhat dryly, "neither of us fit the role."
Both of them would make extremely poor Orpheuses, and extremely poor Eurydices, let alone together.
"Apparently that was a door." He's looking around as he says it, at the walls and ceiling and the way the corridor or tunnel curves gradually away.
They still seem to be alone. No footsteps, anyway, and no voices, and no forms or motion to be seen.
He asked Bar for matches and a candle or lantern, and got matches and a little device like a colorful smooth stick with a glass lens at one end and a button set into the side. It takes him a moment of fumbling to turn the thing on.