He sits slowly, and places his cane beside him. He looks around.
We're all in our places and quiet, waiting for him to go on with the story.
***
'We left the Princess, you and me in the enchanted, tangled forest.
We've passed through the web of Cyril the Spider and are now back on
the narrow, twisty trail. Up ahead is the steep hill. Near the top of the
hill the narrow, twisty trail disappears into a tunnel.
'We climb the slope to the tunnel's entrance. We look in, but can't see
beyond a few feet. It's really dark in there.
''We have no choice,' the Princess says. 'We must pass through the
tunnel to the other side so that we can get to our ship.'
'We search the ground under the trees for fallen branches. There are
many to choose from. We make clubs and torches. I light the tips of
the torches with my trusty fire-matches.
'Into the tunnel we go. It's wet and cold and damp. Under our feet the
mud is squishy. As we round a bend the light from the tunnel's opening
behind us disappears. It's dark ahead of us and dark behind us. We
step carefully, our torches lighting the way.
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