drive the wagons down it single-file, and soon enough we came flat up against one of the Firebird Mountains. V'heress came to the fore and opened the magical passageway, closing it behind when all the slaves had been dragged through. The interior was unlit, yet all the dragons knew the place by heart; I listened to them make their way easily about, dragging the clumsy chained slaves down separate corridors. Gradually the other dragons split off, taking side passageways while Syrin merely drove his loaded wagon down and down. It took an hour of driving, twisting and turning in caves that seemed large by echo of sound, now deep beneath the earth. I had heard no other sounds of travel save our own for the past ten minutes when the cart stopped suddenly. Syrin got out and began to unload the
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