Buried amongst the debris was a shard of steel almost sword-like in length. I flexed the thing, which offered substantial resistance, so heaved with all my might to twist one end upon itself. The metal bit deep into my skin, but my force was fashioned from desperation and I was not to be denied. Once happy I"d made as good a hook as an unskilled man might, I then realised it useless without a hole to feed the rope through. That was less easily accomplished. I flickered around like a lighted match seeking to remain un-wetted as the waters poured in from every angle. The Marquis" name was never far from my cursing lips as I slipped and fell, only to watch a riveted unit shake free from the wall and collapse upon my prize. However, to my astonishment, the retrieved blade-c*m-hook had acquired
