In the hellish darkness, backlit by the flames of dragon fire that would have boiled the blood in their veins with its heat had her maw been anywhere other than a dozen feet from where they stood, Spike grabbed them both, by horn and by tunic, and yanked them, using the brief light afforded them by Meranax to guide them to the path he had seen earlier, leading out of the cavern and, hopefully, to their freedom.