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DARK RIVER DARK MOUNTAINOur attention was suddenly caught by the performance near the shooters hut. A van had stopped and a group of men were lifting out a lot of equipment.I thought that the men must be here to open the cave, which had been closed for umteen years now. The men, with their equipment, headed for the cave. I knew that although they were experienced, it would be very hard to get into the entire cave, as it was through very itsy-bitsy holes and gaps. The Major, myself and a few other people walked behind the men, slowly. While walking, I thought of Marthe, being taken out of the cave after so m whatsoever years. I saw Marthe in my head as if it was not many years ago. We finally reached the cave and everyone there gathered round to watch.The men were score to open the cave, my cave, or at least it used to be my cave. As they entered the cave, I remembered when I last saw and spoke to Marthe. As I was sentiment of her, I also thought of when I touched her hand in th e cave. Thinking of her so much quite upset me.Suddenly I remembered Marthes secret. No one else knew, although they may have suspected, but Marthe was the spy and she used to help the foreign parachutists.I told the men that I had discovered the cave and that it would be easier if I showed them the way as I had been before and I was also a trained pot-holer.I entered the cave with the men behind me. We walked along wordlessly until we got to the point where I had last touched Marthe. We all stopped and the men looked down to where Marthe was but no one could see very much. I dress a torch on and pointed it down the gap to see the best way to get down. After a few minutes, I explained to the men what we should do and they started to tie ropes and prepare themselves. As the men went down, one by one, I, again, thought of Marthe. Finally, it was my turn to lower myself down through the cave. I went down very slowly. When I reached the bottom, I looked around and as I moved the light of my torch, I could hear bats flying around.The men spread out looking for any signs of Marthe.