"Hold my ankles, Nur An," I said, "and in the name of your first ancestor, hold tightly!"
Clinging to two of the remaining bars I raised myself to a standing position upon the window ledge, while Nur An clung to my ankles. I could just reach the top of the eaves with my extended fingers. Lowering myself again to the sill, I whispered to Nur An. "I am going to attempt to reach the roof of the tower," I exclaimed.
"Why?" he asked.
I laughed. "I do not know," I admitted, "but something within my inner consciousness seems insistently to urge me on."
"If you fall," he said, "you will have escaped the fire—and I will follow you. Good luck, my friend from Hastor!"
Once again I raised myself to a standing position upon the sill and reached upward until my fingers bent above the edge of the lo
