But the problem was how to get there. Sir Gabriel had gone riding forth in the carriage and there seemed nothing for it but to tackle the steps. John had been informed that they started behind the Colonnade and, strolling round there, he suddenly came to a complete halt as his eye took in the terrifying sight before him. He had never had a head for heights and now he took a few steps back as he contemplated the steep climb upwards. The steps themselves were crude, rough hewn out of the rock, and as far as John could see were suitable for climbing only by mountain goats with a strong will. Furthermore, they glistened with damp and John could imagine the feeling as his feet slipped from under him and he clung on to whatever was at hand. He stood staring at the steps, wondering if his visit to Mr Huxtable was really necessary, then deciding that it was. A street child came and stood next to him. ‘Go on, Mister, why doncher?’ the cheeky little swine enquired. ‘Because I’m afraid,’ John answered frankly.
