Here, louder, but confused with a gentle scuffing of feet, sounded the voices of the rival lodge.
Toward these he crawled, stopping at every creak of the tiles.

Once a broken roll snapped off, and slid rattling down the roof.

He sat up, every muscle ready for the sudden leap and shove that would send him sliding after it into the lower darkness.

It fell but a short distance, into something soft.

Gradually he relaxed, but lay very still.