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Paul
slid
a
foot
forward
,
shifted
his
weight
,
and
probed
with
the
other
foot
,
met
an
obstruction
.
He
lifted
his
foot
,
found
a
step
,
pulled
himself
up
onto
it
.
He
reached
back
,
felt
his
mother
’
s
arm
,
tugged
at
her
robe
for
her
to
follow
.
Another
step
.
“
It
goes
on
up
to
the
top
,
I
think
,
”
he
whispered
.
Shallow
and
even
steps
,
Jessica
thought
.
Man
-
carved
beyond
a
doubt
.
She
followed
the
shadowy
movement
of
Paul
’
s
progress
,
feeling
out
the
steps
.
Rock
walls
narrowed
until
her
shoulders
almost
brushed
them
.
The
steps
ended
in
a
slitted
defile
about
twenty
meters
long
,
its
floor
level
,
and
this
opened
onto
a
shallow
,
moonlit
basin
.
Paul
stepped
out
into
the
rim
of
the
basin
,
whispered
:
“
What
a
beautiful
place
.
”
Jessica
could
only
stare
in
silent
agreement
from
her
position
a
step
behind
him
.
In
spite
of
weariness
,
the
irritation
of
recaths
and
nose
plugs
and
the
confinement
of
the
stillsuit
,
in
spite
of
fear
and
the
aching
desire
for
rest
,
this
basin
’
s
beauty
filled
her
senses
,
forcing
her
to
stop
and
admire
it
.
“
Like
a
fairyland
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
Jessica
nodded
.
