"I should go first." He passes her and takes a quick peek around.Diana passes Alys, following Holliday's lead. She too takes a look outside.I dismiss ...y sword of power and put it back on it's chain. I give a little shudder of exhaustion once I let go of the power. She was not meant to be used as a torch and holding the sword as a light source for a long period of difficult. I sag against the tunnel wall. Alys comes to rest beside me."Nosis," she whispers. "What do you know about Holliday?"I. Now that they were in the bullhorn's shadow he knew they were on the right track and all they had to do was keep going in the same direction. It seemed only a small matter of time before they'd reach the huge structure proper.He would have to worry about what they would actually do only when they got there. For now, he was more than content to feel a gentle rush of air which was quite a novelty in contrast to the non-existent wind in the sunlit parts of this place.Water was an issue but Amonas. As menacing as it looked to her, she could imagine how the aliens reacted, their gulps of discomfort and glances of alarm. She wasn't surprised when the craft withdrew to four arms distance instead of two. There it sat and shone anxiously.She whispered to Shrinx: "Don't shoot them if they don't do anything overtly hostile." God, where did she learn to talk like that? "Remember, we're the intruder here, not them. Only highly intelligent beings could build something as big as that ship and pilot. It so happened one day that I had occasionTo spend a weekend with a friend, a writer by vocation.This writer, known by name of Gerald,Wrote for the local newspaper, the Daily Herald.An interesting man was he, and to my familyWas he a good friend, courteous in chivalryAnd all manner of olden traditions of yore;A dialogue with him was never a bore.We discussed politics, adventure and travelAnd secrets of our lives began to unravelAs we became friends, Gerald and I.To me he said, "John, by and.