Zofia pulled in her gaze from that dizzying height to where they now stood.
“Oh, my,” she said, gripping the railing, striving to regain her equilibrium.
Percival was several steps ahead of her, and now realizing that she was still at the beginning, he rushed back to her.
“Miss Trickenbod, are you alright?” he asked, concern actually drawing over his face, and notched in his voice. He reached for her, but as with all help, he would not touch her unless she were in dire need—which she was not.
“I'm alright,” she said, hand up. “I simply looked too long and too far down.” Well, that's what she wanted to believe, anyway. Dizzy spells were all part of it, weren't they? That and barfing.
“This way, miss, if you will,” Percival said, ushering her along the bridge now.
The bridge spanned th
