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When I arrived at the bottom of the rope, some forty feet below, I held the torch over my head and found myself in a bare, simple chamber. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #14)

I could see the discolorations of slime molds, probably white, but seeming blue in the light, on the walls. I sensed a film of moisture forming on the plastic of my tunic. Here and there a trickle of water traced its dark pattern downward to the floor where it crept along the wall and, continuing its journey, disappeared into one crevice or another. When I arrived at the bottom of the rope, some forty feet below, I held the torch over my head and found myself in a bare, simple chamber. Looking up I saw Misk, disdaining the rope, bend himself backwards through the aperture in the ceiling and, step by dainty step, walk across the ceiling upside down and then back himself nimbly down the side of the wall. In a moment he stood beside me. "You must never speak of what I am going to show you," said Misk. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)