After finding the ring, Shade hurried after the three people ahead of him. Seeing that he had caught up, the nun in front quickened her pace again. Since Witches were so averse to men, Shade did not offer to help Theresa support the unfamiliar young woman. He merely followed behind them, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
The wasteland in the mist seemed to contain only the four people moving forward at that moment. But if one listened closely, faint footsteps and incomprehensible wails and whispers could clearly be heard among the gravestones illuminated by the weak light.
There were no landmarks at all around them, and the dense mass of gravestones was dizzying. The nun leading the way did not walk in a straight line, either. After turning several times between gravestones and graves, five minutes after Shade had crawled out of the grave, an open patch of ground without a single gravestone appeared ahead, illuminated by the Kerosene Lamp.
The clearing was not very large. At its center stood a crude little stone house with a chimney. Seeing something like that so suddenly in a place filled with gravestones and desolate graves, Shade certainly would not have dared approach it rashly if no one had led him there.
Theresa explained softly:
"This Gravedigger's Cabin is the only truly safe place we have found in this wasteland. Actually, hiding in a grave is also quite safe, but there is the danger of falling asleep and never waking up."
There was only one door and one window on the outside of the stone house. Light shone through the window, and only after Shade followed the Witches inside did he see that it came from the fireplace. The house had no spatial peculiarities. It looked small from the outside, and naturally, it was