They darted down the passage, Edmund trailing behind. He paused every so often to cast an eye back into the darkness and listen for footsteps. The floor dipped after a sharp turn and they found themselves splashing through ankle-deep water. The tunnel became dank with moisture. It narrowed, too, until they could only pass through one by one. Edmund held his torch high in the vain hope of lighting the way.
At last, the passage opened again; the party clustered together once more. Edmund found himself beside Andar.
“This way,” Tethor called over his shoulder, gesturing in the light of Drey's torch toward an archway.
Everyone moved to follow, save Edmund. He turned instead to Andar, grasping his coat and shoving him into the wall with such force, it surprised even Edmund.
“I know what you told them, but I need to know for myself. Did you give that order?” The party ground to a halt. Edmund could feel their stares, but he didn't care. He kept Andar pinned to t