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truly. In retrospect, the decision to take Kelto shouldn't have been any surprise. He was probably the only one who really knew anything concrete about the apelike disciples of Sate. The four of us, given the nature of most caves, were probably all that could be really effective, but I would have felt a helluva lot better if the entire Seventh Fleet had been thrown in for our back-up. |
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It was at that point that B.C. announced she was going with us. I started to protest, but Madden was quick to accept her offer. |
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It was a little before four when we loaded the last of the supplies in Madden's four-by-four and headed back for the Widow Austin's place. Outside the steamy windows of Madden's truck was a gray world that I was growing to hate. |
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It took us all of 30 minutes to get out to the old house and get the supplies transported from the road up to the porch. While Madden and Gregory went around to the rear of the house to assess the inlet, I captured B.C. and cajoled her into helping me search the house one last time. With any luck at all, I figured we could find some other way of getting to the caves besides scaling over that ledge and risking a drop into a pit we knew nothing about. All I wanted was a few minutes to see what we could find. |
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Elaborate hypotheses are the bane of academics. I wasn't one, but I'd been |
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