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He
hesitated
,
then
lifted
the
pack
,
settled
it
onto
his
shoulders
and
turned
along
the
cliff
.
If
only
we
had
suspensors
,
Jessica
thought
.
It
’
d
be
such
a
simple
matter
to
jump
down
there
.
But
perhaps
suspensors
are
another
thing
to
avoid
in
the
open
desert
.
Maybe
they
attract
the
worms
the
way
a
shield
does
.
They
came
to
a
series
of
shelves
dropping
down
and
,
beyond
them
,
saw
a
fissure
with
its
ledge
outlined
by
moonshadow
leading
along
the
vestibule
.
Paul
led
the
way
down
,
moving
cautiously
but
hurrying
because
it
was
obvious
the
moonlight
could
not
last
much
longer
.
They
wound
down
into
a
world
of
deeper
and
deeper
shadows
.
Hints
of
rock
shape
climbed
to
the
stars
around
them
.
The
fissure
narrowed
to
some
ten
meters
’
width
at
the
brink
of
a
dim
gray
sandslope
that
slanted
downward
into
darkness
.
“
Can
we
go
down
?
”
Jessica
whispered
.
“
I
think
so
.
”
He
tested
the
surface
with
one
foot
.
“
We
can
slide
down
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ll
go
first
.
Wait
until
you
hear
me
stop
.
”
“
Careful
,
”
she
said
.
He
stepped
onto
the
slope
and
slid
and
slipped
down
its
soft
surface
onto
an
almost
level
floor
of
packed
sand
.
The
place
was
deep
within
the
rock
walls
.
