THE lamp’s glow distorted her features and I could not read what she was thinking. At last she gave a quick nod, set down the lamp and interlaced her fingers. I put my foot in her hands and, with arms strong from months of hard work around the Abbey, she heaved me up. I grabbed hold of a tree root and found footing in a dent in the craggy rock wall. I climbed up a little way, and clung on tight between darkness and light. I could not find any holds so I had to grope around with my hand until I found something I hoped would take my weight. I lifted myself farther up and got some purchase on the tree root. I was not far from the surface now. I could see the roots and branches which had stopped me from falling the night before. The rocky wall was not entirely vertical and I found holds for my fingers, knees and toes and scrambled my way up. As I reached the roots I used their hairy tangles to pull myself farther up and out into the dawn. Once I had emerged I turned around to poke my head down the hole.
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