Camilla swam up from the dark waters of unconciousness only to have the blinding pain drive her back under. An uncertain time later she opened her eyes again. The pain was no less severe but, having some idea of what to expect, she was able to cope with it. Dust drifted down from the darkness and she sneezed convulsively, the action spreading more pain across her chest as she tried to roll to her feet. It was pitch dark she knew she must be underground. The last thing she remembered was Cydric grabbing her. In a panic she groped around until she found something warm and soft. Further exploration revealed it to be an arm and to her relief it was attached to a body. Reaching into her leather pouch she drew out the phial of silverish gunpowder, slightly depleted and held it aloft. The light was very faint, but she was able to make out Cydric and, though battered, he appeared to be still breathing.

They appeared to be in one of the alcoves of the cellar. The room was large and the knights only ever used a part of it. With slow deliberation she forced herself to her feet and began to scout around. After a few minutes she found what appeared to be a barrel of lantern oil and, for a miracle, an unbroken lantern. Her pistol and the rifle she had used were gone, lost somewhere in the rubble above her so she made her way back to Cydric and rifled through his pouches until she found a flint and steel and got the lantern going.

With the light burning she was able to see better and to her relief could see the slow rise and fall of Cydric's chest.

[b]"Thank you Ulric, if you are watching,"[/b] she breathed, laying a slender hand on his head. Working quickly she scouted the cellar. All of the stairs up were blocked with what appeared to be tons of fallen masonry, as well as several of the vaulted chambers that led to other areas of the large cellar. There didn't appear to be any immediate way out. Fortunately there was food and wine and she gathered up meat, cheese and several skins of wine and took them back to where Cydric lay. Popping open a water flask she began to gently bathe his forehead with the cool liquid. Once Cydric was wake, she would worry about being buried alive. 

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