The tunnel connecting the chamber to wherever they were going had no end in sight. After three-thousand-one-hundred-and-thirty-two steps, they reached a set of stairs.
At this point, the sandstone was replaced by bedrock. The walls were slimy with humidity. If not for the scent of lilac following Susanna, Marc would have been overwhelmed by the smell of death and decay.
The stairs were treacherous, at least for those with poor night vision. While there were pitch torches throughout, few were lit. The light was barely enough for his eyes to discern each step. However, Susanna clearly had no trouble finding her way.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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