Barnabas raised his lantern. The light extended neither to the cavern’s ceiling nor the opposite wall. He looked at me and scowled. He said, “You should not be here. It is not safe.”
I laughed. “Barnabas, when we return to the sun, I will drink your Ouzo. We will dance to your father’s lute. And you will laugh that you ever worried for my safety.” I raised my lantern and marched forward until the circle of light no longer touched a wall. I turned and gestured Barnabas to follow.