“OK… You need to come over to the left a couple of
inches.”
Even at a heart-stopping moment like that, Robert Linden
could think calmly in feet and inches. I made the slight adjustment, and
once more we made our slow, deliberate way across this narrow backbone of
the mountain. Then we were there. I let out the breath I hadn’t realised I
was holding, and slumped over the wheel. Robert Linden came to the
window.
“Well done. Bit tricky back there, wasn’t it.”
An understatement from someone who had been standing on
terra firma. I lifted a hand in acknowledgement. Suddenly, the door was
pulled open.
“Well done, Matt!” cried Leah, leaning in and
hugging me. “I just hope we don’t have to do it again. M y nerves
won’t take it.”
We looked at Robert Linden and Bal’Ashtu for
confirmat
