Climb them, and come back down, he ordered simply.
I looked at him in terror, but he just pointed at them. Trembling, I minced over to the stairs and struggled to bend my leg and lift it to the first one. It was an effort to get my leg up, but once planted firmly, I was easily able to lever myself to the next one and soon got into the rhythm of the movements, although it took a lot of concentration and effort. Each time I rose a step, the tip of my long Bar bumped into the lip of the stair, sending a disturbing shudder far up inside my body. At last I stood at the top and turned slowly to look down at him, what little I could, thanks to the tugging of the Posture Harness against my tight collar. He stood at the bottom looking up and I could just see the trailing length of my house leas
