She started suddenly and Gaar stared at her. "What is it?" he demanded.
"I feel something. I feel danger."
here was no time to ask questions. Gaar knew she would not be wrong. This daughter of a lost people had a knowledge he could not fathom. He lifted her out of the sarcophagus and set her on her feet.
"We've got to get out of here. Once we reach my men and set back for the coast they'll never stop us."
They were running now, back along the corridor down which Gaar had come. Half way they went, and then they heard the voices and the feet that came toward them from above.
Gaar listened intently. There were too many. One or two he would have fought, maybe even a half-dozen. But this was the tramp of many feet. They must have found the body at the head of the Stairs. Gaar cursed his luck.
"We'll have to go back. Is there another way out?"
"No none. It was the burial place for the kings of my people before the Druids came."