THE CLIFF:
You reach the bottom of the crag and look up for a ways 'til the castle's table-land. It wouldn't be hard to get the top, but it's a lot time that you don't try to climb a mountain so you feel a bit insecure when you start to move on.
After ten minutes you have climbed almost a quarter of the distance and you know that you can go on for a long time. You need to rest but you really don't know where. You move rapidly, looking for a place, a little terrace, a rocky prominence, where you can stop off yourself but you find none. You take a deep breath and look down, trying to figure yourself on the rocks, down there. It could be enough to give you energy but it doesn't work. You try to hold out to the last bur it is useless. Before you can even realize that your are letting go your hold, you find yourself suspended in space, falling down, again and again and again . . . [go back to the begin] |