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A white cat bolted from her doorway and streaked past the Weapons down the corridor This roused the Weapons to surprised murmurs

“A tomb cat?” Brienne mused aloud

There was general agreean thought, was a to in her room? Then it occurred to her she’d seen it there before This can’t be a good omen…

They swept past the common room Garth stood in the doorway in surprise as they passed by, his teacup held forgotten in his hand

“Karigan?” he said with incredulity in his voice

But she could not stop as ave him a feeble smile and a wave

So, for beyond lay the abandoned section of the castle that reht The laht fell in behind them as they hastened on

If Karigan hadn’t the Weapons to guide the way, she’d be completely lost The abandoned corridors branched and intersected in so an to think of it as an unlit labyrinth, with secrets hidden beyond every corner But they did not pause to unravel secrets Fastion and his Weapons had a destination in lea eyes scattered before them

Left, then right Right, then left Down sets of stone stairs into deeper, darker levels of the castle Karigan did not even try to re consciousness Keeping to her feet and keeping up was her priority

They stopped

Karigan plowed into Lennir, who gave her a stern look

“Sorry,” she mumbled Some honorary Weapon she made

At soan saw lalance off the polished stone surface of a coffin rest, she understood why The corridor had to be wide enough to perh, and before them was a set of double doors equally wide They had reached the entrance to the toht

The white cat leaped onto the coffin rest, watching the ht, its tail swishing in concentration

Fastion and Brienne consulted before the doors The light revealed ancient script and carvings of the gods above the the crescenthis black steed

Fastion uttered soan put her hand to the unfa too clumsy Just the sound she’d make would disrupt the silence the real Weapons exuded

Instead of a sword, Fastion drew out a key and turned it in the locks, then carefully tugged on the door rings The doors did not shift He tugged harder, but to no avail Another Weapon helped, but even their combined efforts failed to open the doors

Fastion pivoted on his good leg, the larim lines across his forehead “Our way is blocked We must consider the Heroes Portal”