"Can I ask a question?" said Richard.
"Certainly not," said the marquis. "You don't ask any questions. You don't get any answers. You don't stray from the path. You don't even think about what is happening now. Got it?"
"But-"
"Most important of all: no buts," said de Carabas. "And time is the essence. Move."
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"Darkness is happening," said the leather woman, very quietly. "Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out what the sun goes down, since the cave of times, when we huddled together in fear for safety and for warmth, are happening. Now," she told them, "now is the time to be afraid of the dark."
Richard knew that something was about to creep over his face. He closed his eyes: it made no difference to what he saw or felt. The night was complete. It was then that the hallucinations started.
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"Don't all the tunnels look the same?" asked Richard, tabling his diary entry for the moment. "How can you tell which is which?"
"You can't," said the marquis, sadly. "We're hopelessly lost. We'll never be seen again. In a couple of days we'll be killing each other for food."
"Really?" He hated himself for rising to the bait, even as he said it.
"No." The marquis's expression said that torturing the poor fool was too easy to be amusing.
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