Campy looked at Vic, the troll and the witch. Vic had the face of desperation painted on him with sweat formed on his brow. The witch was scratching something under her dress with the pointed end of one of her fingernails and the troll was bent over a pool nearby gazing into the murky water. He had lost sense of time and where they had been led to. On his bike, these things came naturally to him with the wind in his face and the sun on his back. But here, deep in a mountain in France, he was hopelessly lost.
Neither the witch or Boogabob seemed in any hurry of leaving their beloved cave. Campy yawned in a loud voice and then stretched. "You know guys, we could meet you at the cottage, and you two can take care of your business down here. Is there a map or something that will show us the way back?"
"You don't like it here?" Boogabob said in a surprised voice looking up from his pool of mud.
"We like it outside. Fresh air, wind in our face. What can I say but I feel like I'm in the biggest closet of my life."
"Relax big guy," the witch said and pulled from her dress a rat. "Follow him and he'll show you the door."
The rat jumped from her hand, came right up to Campy's feet before the rat stood and asked, "You afraid of rats too?"
"A talking rat. This is the strangest place I've ever been."
"And you don't think your strange?" The rat asked. He took the tip of his tail in his hand and used it to dig at his ears. "Witch lint gets into everything. Well, do you want to go see your precious outdoors?"
"Yeah we do," Vic said with a smile on his face.
"Follow me."
The rat took off, going between Campy's legs. It took Girlymann for a start but he quickly turned and followed the rodent with Vic close behind him. The pace was quick, there wasn't much time to look where they were going or where they came from. Although the rat didn't loose them, he didn't wait either at the crossing over the underground river or in the tight section of the cave but before long, there they were at the heavy oak door. A candle mounted next to the door burned bright.
To be continued.....
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