She descended two or three more feet rapidly, so that she could not see the top of the rock any longer. Now she was in the realm of the rock face. It was right next to her. She felt it’s grit against her cheek as she held onto the rope for dear life.
Above her, Dawn and Dusk called down. Are you crazy? they said. Crazy commoner. You’re going to kill yourself.
No I won’t, said Assa.
What are you going to do when you get to the bottom? asked Dawn. Besides break yourself and die and become food for rats and birds.
And dragons, said Dusk.
I’ll get off the island and away from you two, said Assa. She wanted to shout to them, but her words came out as whispers. Her body wanted to conserve its energy for her descent. It was more difficult than she thought it would be to just hold onto the ro
