Vaguely through the dark, she saw bodies around her. Somebody helped her to her feet.
'Keep quiet, Wamblee's men are all around.'
Melcorka kept quiet. She remembered her captors using that same name. Wamblee; she would remember that.
Somebody took her to a corner of the room, where hands guided her to a knotted rope and encouraged her to climb. There was a man above her and somebody beneath, a woman, she thought, with small hands, placing her feet on the knots and pushing at her buttocks.
'Climb, Eyota, please climb.'
'I am not Eyota,' Melcorka began but was quickly hushed to silence. The newcomers shoved and pulled her up the swaying rope to the roof of the building. Despite the urgency of her rescuers, she stopped for a moment to see where she was. A city stretched around her, visib
