I comprehended now the risk I had assumed by remaining so long, and began to feel the cords of entanglement drawing about me.

There was a door opposite where I stood, and, staring toward it, I saw it open slightly, and, back in the darkness, the beckoning of a hand.

Startled, yet realizing that it must mean me, I stepped closer, gripping the hilt of my sword, half suspecting treachery.
"Quick," and I recognized the deep contralto of the voice.

"Don't stop to question; there is not a moment to lose.".