XI

The low, orange sun was on Tsvetka's right hand side as she stumbled along in Samson's wake. By its light she could now see that they were headed across a wide volcanic plane, following a curious path which held no logic to her dull human instinct. Behind them, the crumbling cliff face down which she now supposed herself to have fallen, was falling under the cloud's shadow. Tsvetka shivered.

Samson was less susceptible to horrors, and thus more focused on their prospects in the immediate future. He jogged ahead at a steady pace, snuffling after some elusive goal that remained entirely mysterious to Tsvetka.