As she stumbled forward she cried out in her mind, which was as dark, as shaken as the subterranean vault, Forgive me. O my Masters, O unnamed ones, most ancient ones, forgive me, forgive me!
There was no answer. There had never been an answer.

Chapter 10, "The Anger of the Dark" - Earthsea Books - The Tombs of Atuan (1971)