9
I had traveled up twenty steps when my head hit something harder than it. “Ouch!” I hissed as I rubbed my noggin and looked up at the space above me.
In my blindness I’d reached the ceiling where thick boards awaited me. I rapped on one of them. The board creaked against my gentle remonstrations. I turned my shoulder toward the obstacles and slammed my body against the boards. They shook and cracked, as did my shoulder.
“To have Caius here. . .” I mumbled as I rubbed my aching shoulder.
“Are you coming?” Gilbert’s voice called from the other side of the boards.
“This isn’t easy for mortals,” I returned as I readied myself for another charge.
I anchored my feet to the steps and slammed my shoulder into the boards. The center ones gave way and I threw up my arms as light and du
