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Louis
began
to
shudder
all
over
.
His
flesh
--
particularly
that
of
his
lower
belly
--
began
to
creep
.
Yes
,
creep
was
the
right
word
;
his
flesh
actually
seemed
to
be
moving
on
his
body
.
His
mouth
was
totally
dry
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
spit
at
all
left
in
it
.
Yet
that
feeling
of
exhilaration
persisted
,
an
unshakable
lunacy
.
"
What
in
Christ
's
name
?
"
he
whispered
hoarsely
to
Jud
.
Jud
turned
to
look
at
him
,
and
in
the
dim
light
Louis
thought
the
old
man
looked
a
hundred
and
twenty
.
There
was
no
sign
of
that
odd
,
dancing
light
in
his
eyes
now
.
His
face
was
drawn
,
and
there
was
stark
terror
in
his
eyes
.
But
when
he
spoke
,
his
voice
was
steady
enough
.
"
Just
a
loon
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
on
.
Almost
there
.
"
They
went
on
.
The
tussocks
became
firm
ground
again
.
For
a
few
moments
Louis
had
a
sensation
of
open
space
,
although
that
dim
glow
in
the
air
had
now
faded
,
and
it
was
all
he
could
do
to
make
out
Jud
's
back
three
feet
in
front
of
him
.
Short
grass
stiff
with
frost
was
underfoot
.
It
broke
like
glass
at
every
step
.
Then
they
were
in
the
trees
again
.
He
could
smell
aromatic
fir
,
feel
needles
.
Occasionally
a
twig
or
a
branch
scraped
against
him
.
Louis
had
lost
all
sense
of
time
or
direction
,
but
they
did
not
walk
long
before
Jud
stopped
again
and
turned
toward
him
.
"
Steps
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
Cut
into
rock
.
Forty-two
or
forty-four
,
I
disremember
which
.
Just
follow
me
.
We
get
to
the
top
and
we
're
there
.
"
He
began
to
climb
again
,
and
again
Louis
followed
.
The
stone
steps
were
wide
enough
,
but
the
sense
of
the
ground
dropping
away
was
unsettling
.
Here
and
there
his
shoe
gritted
on
a
strew
of
pebbles
and
stone
fragments
.
...
twelve
...
thirteen
...
fourteen
...
