The girls went around, dousing the lights.  First the lantern, then the fire, and then the lantern in the bedroom.  In a moment, the room and the house were dark.  More howls.  Liz moved around, trying to avoid objects in the darkness.<br/><br/>"It's no good," Liz whispered.  "The cooking.  They can smell the cooking.  Their noses...the wargs."  There was silence for a moment.  Then, through the window, Marina could see torches getting closer.  "They're there."  She shivered.<br/><br/>Out in the darkness, the torches moved across the open field, through the rows of crops.  "They're coming here."