“I think that’s the last of it,” pants Silhouine.

“Wait, this one is holding the door open,” says Dulap, and picks up the barrel to carry it down. He reaches the foot of the steep ladder-steps just as the hatch swings shut with a bang, startling Yael, who drops the candle.

“Where’s the lantern?” says Silhouine, somewhere in the musty cellar-dark.

“I left it outside.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dark.”

“I’ll just light a twist so we don’t break our necks climbing up,” says Dulap.

His knife scrapes on flint once, twice, three times.

The cellar begins to get brighter.