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She
glanced
slowly
around
her
.
She
was
lying
in
the
grass
of
a
field
at
the
foot
of
a
granite
drop
that
came
down
from
thousands
of
feet
away
in
the
blue
sky
.
On
the
other
edge
of
the
field
,
some
crags
and
pines
and
the
glittering
leaves
of
birch
trees
hid
the
space
that
stretched
to
a
distant
wall
of
encircling
mountains
.
Her
plane
was
not
shattered
—
it
was
there
,
a
few
feet
away
,
flat
on
its
belly
in
the
grass
.
There
was
no
other
plane
in
sight
,
no
structures
,
no
sign
of
human
habitation
.
"
What
is
this
valley
?
"
she
asked
.
He
smiled
,
"
The
Taggart
Terminal
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
You
’
ll
find
out
.
"
A
dim
impulse
,
like
the
recoil
of
an
antagonist
,
made
her
want
to
check
on
what
strength
was
left
to
her
.
She
could
move
her
arms
and
legs
;
she
could
lift
her
head
;
she
felt
a
stabbing
pain
when
she
breathed
deeply
;
she
saw
a
thin
thread
of
blood
running
down
her
stocking
.
"
Can
one
get
out
of
this
place
?
"
she
asked
.
His
voice
seemed
earnest
,
but
the
glint
of
the
metal
-
green
eyes
was
a
smile
:
"
Actually
—
no
.
Temporarily
—
yes
.
"
She
made
a
movement
to
rise
.
He
bent
to
lift
her
,
but
she
gathered
her
strength
in
a
swift
,
sudden
jolt
and
slipped
out
of
his
grasp
,
struggling
to
stand
up
.
"
I
think
I
can
—
"
she
started
saying
,
and
collapsed
against
him
the
instant
her
feet
rested
on
the
ground
,
a
stab
of
pain
shooting
up
from
an
ankle
that
would
not
hold
her
.
