She waved a hand. "Yes, go on."
The litter resumed its gentle swaying, but the music did not start again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared, shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby frowned. Then the path bent, and the glow swung to one side.
Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer. "Go toward the light."
His face swung up to hers. "But—there's no path that way—"
"I don't care," she said. "Take me there." Her order had reached the others' ears, and they slowed their pace.
"Lady—believe me—it's impossible. There's nothing but matted jungle in that direction—we'd have to hack our way as we go along. And who knows how far away that light is? Besides, you're on your way to be married."
"Take me to that light!" she persisted.