echoy

Updated: May 16, 2025

I perceived, far before us in the gloom, a point of light, which, as we watched it, grew bigger and bigger, till it became an approaching lantern. "This is like to be awkward," murmured M. Étienne. The man carrying the light came on with firm, heavy tread; naturally he did not see us as soon as we saw him. I thought him alone, but it was hard to tell in this dark, echoy place.

Bertha Runkle - Helmet of Navarre