Volume Nine
Chapter Eleven
Ropeslide
In which Dodger sends everyone on a dangerous
journey
“Well,”
Boon said. “What do we do now?”
“Isn’t
it obvious?” Sir Rodger said. “We get across.” He removed a length of rope from
Henrietta’s saddle.
“No,”
Dodger said. “We should split up and search in either direction. Surely there
is another way across. Or perhaps it narrows at some point.”
“I’m
afraid not. You see, this is Round-a-Bout Gulch. And it-”
“Lemme
guess, it goes around the whole mountain.”
Sir
Rodger nodded. “And Liar’s Bridge is, well, was the only way across.”
“Of
course,” Dodger grumbled. He watched as the knight began to unwind the coil of
rope. “So, gallant knight, how do you plan on magicking us across?”
“I
have no magic, dear friend. Unless Mr. Boon knows a spell for such things, I am
afraid we will get across the old fashioned way.”
“Don’t
look at me,” Boon said.
“I
wasn’t,” Dodger said.
Dodger
watched as Sir Rodger twisted the one end of the rope into a fairly reliable
looking lariat. The knight stepped up to the gulch and gazed out across the
chasm, zeroing in on the twisted metal across the way. He raised the rope over
his head and began to twirl it, swinging it in wide arcs until the noose
flattened into a neat circle.
“Is
he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?” Boon asked.
“I
believe he is,” Lelanea said.
“He’ll
never make it,” Dodger said.
“Of
course he will,” Sarah said. “He’s the best.”
Dodger
looked down at the child. “Best at what?”
Sarah
smiled up at him as she said, “Everything.”
With
an excited whoop, Sir Rodger released his hold on the rope, flinging the lariat
toward what was left of the bridge across the gap. In a clean and beautiful
arc, the noose sailed away from Sir Rodger’s hand, over the empty chasm, and lassoed
a warped metal beam at least one hundred feet away. Sir Rodger bent double to
catch the tail of the excess rope before it could slither off after its head.
He gave it a few hard yanks, until he was satisfied that the thing would hold.
Sarah
clapped enthusiastically, and was soon joined by Boon. Lelanea wagged her tail
a few times. Dodger was also duly impressed. It may have been an impracticable stunt
made possible by the strange physics of Sarah’s dream world, but he was
impressed all the same. He was even more impressed when he realized just what
Sir Rodger planned on constructing.
Using
the other half of the rope, Sir Rodger lassoed a higher section of the bridge closest
to him. He pulled on the works, tightening the slipknot until the rope went
taut across the abyss. The knight tied the excess to a lower portion of the
ruined bridge, as a means of double securing the line. After he was finished, he
stood upright and turned to the others with a broad smile.
“Who
is first?” he asked.
“Me!”
Sarah shouted.
Sir
Rodger laughed, amused by her eagerness.
“Excuse
me,” Boon said. “What exactly is that?”
“It’s
a ropeslide,” Dodger said. “We’re gonna ride it across the gap.”
“Correct,
sir,” Sir Rodger said. “Have you employed one?”
“I
have, but it’s been many years and many pounds ago.”
Sir
Rodger patted his belly. “Aye, I understand, for I am in the same situation. I
learned to prepare one when I was just a wee lad. Baron Aloysius placed a very
strict curfew upon us squires. Occasionally, a few of us used to slip out of
the tower at night by means of a ropeslide such as this. Granted it has been a
number of years since I have enjoyed the flight of the slide, but I suppose not
much has changed about it.”
“It’s
not been quite that long, but it has been some time since I’ve even seen one.”
“Then
we will have to remember how it works together.”
“I’ve
never seen such a thing,” Boon said.
“I
have,” Lelanea said. “Years ago, in Shrewsbury.
My family went to see a lad who was famous for riding the rope down from St.
Mary’s Church all the way across the river. I think his name was Richard, or
Robert or some such.”
Boon
put his hands on his hips and stared up at the tight rope. “How do we ride it?”
“You
take a bit of rope,” Sir Rodger said, “like this. See?” Sir Rodger cut a length
of excess away from the extra rope and looped it over the line, holding both
ends as he explained his actions to Boon. “One tosses it across the line, grabs
both ends, and sort of slides down the incline.”
“Slide
how?”
“You
shove off from the higher end,” Dodger said, “and gravity pulls you across.”
“Ah,
I see,” Boon said. “Can I ask one more thing?”
“Be
my guest,” Sir Rodger said.
“How
can you grab onto both sides if you ain’t got hands?”
“No
hands?” Sir Rodger chuckled at the notion. “Good Lord. No hands? What kind of unfortunate
creature has … no … hands …” His words and laughter trailed off as he slowly
turned to look down at Lelanea. He bowed to her, deeply, his forehead almost
touching the rocky soil in his shame. “I apologize for my poorly placed humor,
dear Lady. I had nearly forgotten about your affliction.”
“Don’t
be,” Lelanea said. “I’ve got teeth, don’t I?”
“Lelanea,”
Boon said. “I can’t let you try that. It’s too dangerous. You can ride with me.
I’ll rig up a backpack to fit ya.”
“Certainly
not.” Her ears flattened against her skull in a sign of annoyance. “I have no
intention of sliding across that thing strapped to your back like some helpless
maiden. I am perfectly capable of clutching a bit in my teeth.”
Boon
lowered himself to her height. “I don’t doubt that, but, I just want you to be
safe.”
“I
will be safe, my love.” Her ears righted themselves as her stern look softened.
“You must admit, my jaw is a whole lot stronger than even your back.”
“You’re
probably right. And even if you ain’t, I can see there’s no talking you out of
it.”
“Not
this time.”
“That
settles it,” Dodger said. “We each need to pack as much as we can in our bags
before we go. Then I’ll go first, followed by Sarah, then Boon, then Lelanea,
and you can bring up the rear, Sir Rodger.”
“I
should think not,” Sir Rodger said. “I wouldn’t dream of sending another soul
across this line without testing it first myself.”
Dodger
huffed as he rubbed his temples. “Fine. Go first. I don’t care, let’s just get
this over with.” He stared at the opposite side, to the boulders and bushes and
path that disappeared into the mist of the mountain beyond. “Just be careful
over there. There is no telling who or what could be hiding out on the other
side.”
“I
shall be on highest alert.” Sir Rodger grabbed as much as his back would carry
before he mounted the platform again. He prepped his hand hold, tossing it over
the line then twisting the short length between his fists. The knight glanced
over his shoulder, nodding at both Dodger and Sarah. “See you on the other
side.” With that, he kicked away from the bridge, slipped between a wide gap in
the ruined beams, and slid down the length of the rope toward the other side.
Dodger
held his breath, and he was fairly sure everyone else was doing the same. Time
slowed to a crawl, as it often did during such dangerous moments, leaving Sir
Rodger to travel over the canyon in an achingly sluggish motion. At one point
he seemed to hang perfectly still, in midair, with no way to tell if he would
fall or fly. Then it was over. Sir Rodger came to an abrupt halt on the
opposite end of the rope with a loud huff that echoed over the gap.
Sarah
squealed and clapped with glee. “My turn! My turn!”
“All
right, girly,” Dodger said. “Don’t get all bent out of shape. Make sure you
stuff your pack.”
The
child did as asked, pushing as much of the equipment as she could into her
backpack. “I think that’s all I can carry.”
“Make
sure that bag will close. I don’t want half of the equipment dumped down that
canyon.” While Sarah checked her bag, Dodger cut away a suitable length of rope
and then waved her over to him. “Hold out your hand.”
“Which
one?” she asked.
“Doesn’t
matter.”
Sarah
thrust out her right hand, and Dodger grabbed it. He wound a bit of the rope across
her wrist, then wrapped it back over the child’s palm, tying it tight enough to
elicit a hiss from the girl.
“What
are you doing?” Sarah asked.
“I’m
making sure you can’t let go,” Dodger said.
“I
won’t let go.”
“I
didn’t say you would. I just said this will make sure you don’t.”
He
winked at her.
Sarah
smirked.
“Hop
on up there,” Dodger said.
Sarah
clambered up to the platform, strapped the pack over her shoulders and then
raised her hands up to the line without needing to be told.
“Good
girl,” Dodger said. He looped the rope over the line and tied her other wrist
into the works. Once satisfied the girl was strapped in, Dodger waved across
the gap to Sir Rodger.
The
knight waved in return, signaling his readiness.
“You
ready?” Dodger asked.
“No,”
Sarah said. A touch of fear rose to her eyes as her lips quivered. All of her
excitement was gone, replaced by genuine terror. “I don’t think I can-”
“Incoming!”
Dodger shouted over her worry, and gave the gal a swift shove.
“I’m
not ready!” Sarah yelled in a squeal of surprise.
She
zipped down the line in a flash, coming to rest in the outstretched arms of her
waiting knight. With a flick of his blade, Sir Rodger quickly detached her from
the line and she all but leapt atop of him, latching onto his neck as the
sounds of weeping drifted across the gap. The knight cradled her to him, as he
carried her away from the edge of the chasm.
“That
was kind of dirty,” Boon said with a grin.
“You
teach a kid to swim by pushing him in the lake,” Dodger said. “Same principle.”
Lelanea
snorted. “Remind me to warn your children to steer clear of bodies of water. And
large canyons.”
“Who’s
next?” Dodger asked.
Lelanea
and Boon looked to one another, neither of them eager to take the plunge.
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