The Pentagrid Net

[Lief Erikson]

Slythre was utterly silent, but she knew that this would not avail her against the foe she tracked. She had managed to get away from the other members of the company, they were heading towards the books. She on the other hand was on a different errand. She was seeking to find a more roundabout way, one which would lead her behind the remaining Nazgul. She was armed only with her dagger against a terrible enemy; one who knew the ways of the darkness far better than she. Yet she had years of experience on her side, and she would use them now. And this blade had held her in good stead against innumerable orcs and other worse things in the past. Why should it not be enough now, for this wraith? One short blow to the neck was all that it would require.

She moved along through the utter darkness in total silence, feeling her way with her hands. It was either intuition or years of experience that led her upon this route, but whatever it was, whe knew that it led her the right way. Tessar was leading the others; he could sense the magic of the books and would be able to find the source easily enough.

The darkness ahead began to change slightly; there was now a very faint blue light upon the roof of the hole through which she crawled. From what it was coming she couldn't yet tell, but now from far ahead she could detect faint sounds of movement.