"It must be cellars," said Tonker. "I reckon they must've made the shaft not long ago and just walled up where it cut through. Could have done a better job, too."
"Cellars are close to dungeons," said Polly. "Now, pinch out one candle, because that way we'll have light for twice as long, and then - "
"Perks, a word please?" said Blouse. "Over here?"
"Yessir."
When they were standing a little apart from the rest of the squad, Blouse lowered his voice and said: "I don't wish to discourage initiative, Perks, but what are you doing?"
"Er... anticipating your orders, sir."
"Anticipating them?"
"Yessir."
"Ah. Right. This is still small-picture stuff, is it?"
"Exactly, sir."
"Then may orders, Perks, are to proceed with speed and caution to release the prisoners."
"Well done, sir. We'll go through this... this - "
"Crypt," said Igorina, looking round.
The candle blew out.
Somewhere ahead of them, in darkness absolute and velvet-thick, stone moved on stone.
"I wonder why this passage was sealed up?" said the voice of Blouse.
"I think I've stopped wondering why it was sealed up in such a hurry," said Tonker.
"I wonder who tried to open it?" said Polly.
There was a crash of, as it might be, a heavy slab falling off an ornate tomb. It could have been half a dozen other things but, somehow, that was the image that sprang to rnind. The dead air moved a little.
"I don't want to worry anyone," said Shufti, "but I can hear the sound of sort of feet, sort of dragging."
Polly remembered the man lighting the candles. He'd dropped the bundle of matches into the brass saucer of the candlestick, hadn't he? Moving her hand slowly, she groped for them.
"If you didn't want to worry anyone," came the voice of Tonker from the dry, thick darkness, "why the hell did you just tell us that?"
Polly's fingers found a sliver of wood. She raised it to her nose, and sniffed the sulphurous smell.
"I've got one match," she said. "I'm going to try to light the candle again. Everyone look for a way out. Ready?"
She sidled to the invisible wall. Then she scratched the match down the stone, and yellow light filled the crypt.
Someone whimpered. Polly stared, candle forgotten. The match went out.
"O-kay," said the subdued voice of Tonker. "Walking dead people. So?"
"The one near the archway was the late General Puhloaver!" said Blouse. "I have his book on the art of defense!"
"Best not to ask him to autograph it, sir," said Polly, as the squad bunched together.
There was the whimpering again. It seemed to come from where Polly remembered Wazzer standing. She heard her praying. There were no words that she could make out, just a fierce and urgent whispering.