A little-used, muddy track takes you to the edge of Glenkildove. From there, you need to push your way through the dripping wet gorse and unending downpour of the rain down into the valley. You pass by the monastery and the lake and once again enter the woods. You experience the same feeling of unease that you did there last summer, the uncomfortable feeling of watchful eyes in the shadows.
Cormac is leaning against one of the standing stones. Rain is plastering his T-shirt to his leanly muscular body; he doesn't seem to notice it. He nods as you and the others emerge from the trees.
"Good, you're here. Let's go."
"And hello to you too, Cormac," Daniel says. "Fine, thank you for asking. And how are you?"
Cormac ignores him. "The entrance to the cave system is up at the top of the waterfall," he says, pointing to the dark hollow of a cave entrance some forty feet up. "There's a track that runs alongside it."
"But why not take the direct route?" Claudia asks with a grin. "We're already soaked, so why not?"
Suiting action to words, she begins to scramble up the little waterfall with the agility of a monkey, finding handholds wherever she can on the slippery rock. Cormac follows her, moving with lithe grace.
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