Maybe.
I moved over to the left-hand doorway, its passage black as the inside of God’s pocket. Again there was no resistance when I explored for hidden barriers.
Hm. It appears I do have a choice.
Odd. I haven’t any instructions to cover this.
I returned to the middle one, took a step forward. Hearing a sound behind me, I turned. The dwarf had sat up. He was holding his sides and laughing. I tried to turn back then, but now something barred my return. Suddenly then the scene dwindled, as if I were accelerating to the rear.
I thought the little guy was dead, I said.
So did I. He gave every indication.
I turned away, back to the direction I’d been headed. There was no feeling of acceleration. Perhaps it was the chapel that was receding while I stood still.
I took a step forward, then another. Not a sound from my footfalls. I began walking. After a few paces I put out my hand to touch the left-hand wall. It encountered nothing. I tried again with the right. Again nothing. I took a step to the right and reached again. Nope. I still seemed approximately equidistant from two shadowy walls. Growling, I ignored them and strode forward.
What’s the matter, Merle?
Do you or do you not sense walls to the right and left of us? I asked.
Nope, Frakir replied.
Any idea at all where we are?
We are walking between shadows.
Where are we headed?
Don’t know yet. We’re following the Way of Chaos, though.
What? How do you know that? I thought we had to pick something Chaosian for the pile to be admitted here.
At this I gave myself a quick search. I found the dagger tucked into my right boot sheath. Even in the dim light I could recognize the workmanship as something from back home.
We were set up somehow, I said. Now I know why the dwarf was laughing. He planted this on me while we were passed out.
But you still had a choice-between this and the dark corridor.
True.
So why’d you pick this one?
The light was better.