It was made of small saplings fastened together with vines. For a moment Sarah became almost ill, for, in spite of the size of the trees, she could feel the platform swaying under her. A brisk breeze rustled through the glossy green leaves that formed the canopy overhead. Looking up, she could see blue sky. Indeed, the clouds seemed very close, white and fleecy. Both Sarah and Abbey glanced down at the vines that had pulled them up. They ran through a wheel and an overhead branch, and the system had worked like a pulley. Like Teanor, the men who had pulled them up were small and wiry but with highly developed shoulder and arm muscles. They all wore simple garments of rough woven cloth and had a golden tan. “First, I want to show you our city,” Teanor said proudly. “This way,” He turned and went straight to the edge of the platform. Sarah began following him but then stopped, for she saw that a swinging bridge led to another, larger platform where something like a house was built.
