CHAPTER 12
Guilt is a tempting trap for the unwary. It lets you feign responsibility while wallowing in ego.
—Anthropos, The Sane Mind
It didn’t take long for the other three to decide she was right. Barely had she begun to climb down the rungs when she noticed Grgat and Dunnis coming just above her, the native limping noticeably. Larramac, after but a moment’s hesitation, joined them. They were now in the final part of their assault, and Dev kept all her weary senses alert for signs of trouble.
The rungs that projected out from the wall of the elevator shaft were semicircular tubes of metal about thirty centimeters across, but were spaced oddly apart for the humans. Built originally to accommodate robots and/or the gods as an emergency route, they were closer together than was conside
