There was more, but Yorgh was satisfied.
He backed away from the talking thing, and saw that Vaneen's face was as white as his own felt.
"Let's go down again," he whispered through dry lips. "It's getting light."
He would have accepted a look of scorn for such a weak excuse, but the girl followed meekly. The door opened as soon as he got his light within a yard of it, and they crept guiltily down the stairs cut out of solid rock.
There were no Raydowers about until Yorgh and Vaneen came wearily down the last flight of steps on the face of the cliff. Jayn was waiting there in the little clearing, with Ueln and a crowd of villagers, spearmen prominently to the fore.
"The spirits let you return!" murmured Jayn, her face strained and pale.
There was a general air of shrinking back among the crowd, although Yorgh did not see anyone actually move his feet.
"I swear," said Ueln, "that they must have been all the way inside the shrine. I followed right to the Portal!"
"That is true enough," said Yorgh, waiting a few steps up to see what they would do.