“There is no tunnel,” Trsiel said as he walked through a storage closet door. A second later, he returned, still talking. “It was a hoax. In 1939, the last owner of Huntly, a Colonel Paterson, claimed to have unearthed a tunnel linking Glamis to Huntly while carrying out renovations on his castle. No evidence of it has ever been found to support that claim.”

“Which makes it false? What happened to this Paterson guy?”

“Drowned a year later, in a boating accident.”

“Aha,” I said, as I ducked my head into a closet. “I smell conspiracy. Who owns Castle Huntly now?”

“The state. It’s a prison.”

“And they claim there’s no tunnel leading out of it? Very convenient.” I glanced over at Trsiel. “I know you’re convinced Dantalian found a way to lie to us, but humor me. Which direction is Huntly?”

He paused. “North.”

Trsiel headed for that side of the room, but I waved him back.

“Keep checking these rooms,” I said. “If we’re searching for the tunnel, so is she. You look for her. I’ll look for it.”

“Don’t go anywhere—”

“Without you. I know. I don’t need to. X-ray vision, remember?”

I used my Aspicio power all along the north side of the room and up a short hall. It took another twenty minutes, but I finally looked through a section of stonework and saw something besides solid dirt on the other side.

“Got it,” I said.

He took my hand. “Lead on.”

We stepped into the wall and darkness enveloped us. Using my sight, I led us through the dirt and into the empty space beyond. After a moment in there, my night-vision kicked in, and I could make out a dirt tunnel, no more than four feet wide. I took a step and banged my forehead on a chunk of soil.

“These medieval Scots…not that tall, were they?”

“Apparently not,” Trsiel said, ducking as he stepped up beside me. “It looks like it gets shallower still.”

“So you can see okay?”

He nodded.

“Does that mean she can, too?”

“Probably. It’s a common demonic power.”

I hesitated. “I suppose her hearing works fine in the dark, too.”

A soft laugh. “Yes, we’d better switch to telepathy.”

I ducked and started forward again. After a few feet, I scraped the top, and got a soil shower.

“Uh, Trsiel?” I said, mentally forming the words. “Why are we hitting the ceiling?”

He glanced back at me, brows lifting. “Because we’re tall?”

I socked him in the arm and motioned for him to continue walking. “I’m serious. Why are we hitting the ceiling instead of walking through it?”

“You’re right. Huh. That’s strange.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

“Well, uh…” He looked around. “This kind of thing happens sometimes. It’s an interdimensional warp in the fabric of time and space.”

“You have no idea, do you?”