Or was it the blind who could see in the dark?
No doubt it was the blind.

However, he could find his way, he thought triumphantly, and ran on, dragging his hand along the slippery stones of the wall--he could find his way.

Only he must call out, to tell them who it was that was lost.

So he called himself by name, aloud and sternly, and after that he kept on quietly enough, serene in the conviction that he had regained his self-control, fighting to keep his mind from returning to the face that changed before his eyes, like the appearances in the puppet shows.

But suddenly he became conscious that it was his own name that he went shouting through the passages; and that was openly absurd, he reasoned, since if he wanted to be found he must call some one else's name.