Once all of the animals, including the dogs, and the students plus the two teachers were inside, the moon beam was just starting to fade. The Lore Master quickly locked the gate. She mounted up the horse but she could not reassure anyone. But she knew that this tunnel only lead from the outside to the inside of the village. She knew that each person would experience something different from everyone else. She simply ignored any and all noises, smells, the returning of the sight, the various tastes and finally the breezes of freedom or fingers of terror or some other sensation of touch. She knew that until she reached the sandy patch at the end of the tunnel and the harden ground where they would park their wagons.<br/><br/>It was then that she would wake out of her dozing state into a wakeful state of leading the group once more.