Chapter 6

“Made it,” he said. “And not before time.”

He put the food on a mat he’d left in the cave for just such an event. There was a small fireplace, no more than a ring of blackened rocks, at the centre of which sat a small pile of kindling and dry grass. On a previous occasion, he’d also placed two fire rocks beside the fire, and he’d use them later in the day, if necessary. Firewood wasn’t a problem, for at the back of the cave, he’d stored a large pile of sticks and bits of log.

“It’s a big one,” said Edgar. “You can feel its fury even in here.”

The rain hit suddenly, dropping out of the sky in such quantities that everything outside was immediately drenched. A good deal of the space inside the cave was similarly soaked, though thanks to the position of the cave and a slight overhang outside the entrance, most of the weather was kept at bay. Regardless, tucked away near the back of the cave, Lucien and Edgar stayed dry and reasonably warm.