Raven
looks aghast at the hundreds, maybe thousands of hedgerows that dance
and twirl all around them.
“We
need to be anywhere but here,” he says to the guide. Wasting no
time, he drops to his knees and quickly draws a door in the ground.
Lifting it open, he looks down into a hole with a ladder,
disappearing into darkness below.
“Look
out,” shouts the guide, pushing him out of the path of a
steamrollering hedge, which obliterates his door.
“Bugger,”
says Raven, then “Thanks.” Once more he draws a door in the
ground, yanks it open while shouting “Fiona.” Below them is the
same hole, the same ladder.
“Corrrvusss,”
a dark, ancient voice booms around them. “Corrrvusss!”
