The first thing she tried, after closing her eyes and mumbling a few
laws of motion, was to swing the door to. When she swung out, however,
the door swung closed; and when she swung in, the door swung opened.
After a while, she just hung. She gave small thanks that she had dried
her hands. When her arms began to ache, she wished that she hadn't,
because then it would be over by now. She went over what she knew about
taking judo falls.
Then the door swung closed, and someone grabbed her around the waist.
She didn't open her eyes, but felt her body pressed against the tilting
stone. Her arms fell tingling to her sides. The ligaments flamed with
pain. Then the pain dulled to throbbing, and she opened her eyes. "How
the hell did you get down here?" she asked Snake. With his help she
staggered through the open door and stopped to rub her arms. "How did
you know about the ladder?"
They were standing in the shaft now, with the ladder beside them running
up into the darkness.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"What is it?" she asked. "Oh, I'll be able to climb up there, never you
worry. Hey, can you speak?"
Snake shook his head.
"Oh," she said. Something started at the edge of her mind again, a
picture of something unpleasant. Snake had started up the ladder, which
he had come down so quickly a minute ago. She glanced out the door, saw
that the temple was empty, pulled the door to, and followed.
They ascended into complete darkness. Her arms were beginning to ache
again, just slightly. She reached up for the next rung, and found it in
its proper place. Then the next. And then again the next.
She started counting steps now, and when seventy-four, seventy-five, and
seventy-six dropped below her, there was a missing rung. She reached
above it, but there was none. She ran her hand up the edge of the ladder
and found that it suddenly curved into the wall. "Hey, you," she said in
the darkness.
Something touched her waist. "Gnnnnnggggg," she said. "Don't _do_ that."
It touched her on the leg, took hold of her ankle, and pulled. "Watch
out," she said.
It pulled again. She raised her foot, and it was tugged sideways a good
foot and a half and set on solid flooring. Then a hand (her foot was not
released) took her arm, and another held her waist, and tugged. She
stiffened for one instant before she remembered the number of limbs her
companion had. Then she came off the ladder, sideways into the dark,
afraid to put her other foot down lest she step headlong into the
seventy-five foot plus shaft.
But he tugged again, and in losing her balance, her foot came down on
cool, solid stone. Holding her arm now, he led her along the tunnel.
They passed into a steep incline. Now down the upper arm, she recalled.
"I feel like Eurydice," she said aloud.
_You ... funny ..._ an echoing voice sounded in her skull.
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