“We’re going to move this into place for you to walk on up,” Eamon said. “You’ll have the rope to support you in case the ground shifts beneath you again.”
Laethan was going to have to think of something special to thank his friends for their help here this afternoon. Even Bartlesby, who Laethan didn’t think highly of after the night in the dungeon, was helping their efforts to rescue Isabel.
Once the beam was in place, where Laethan could reach it easily, he began the climb slowly. He heard dirt and rocks beneath him falling below, a little at first, then more.
“Step lively, cousin,” Eamon said, “this timber is slipping.”
“Pull me,” he shouted out, as the beam beneath his feet disappeared and the weight of he and Isabel tightened the rope around his waist. He was just close enough to
