“What will you do?”
“Wait whilst you run for assistance.”
“I ought to have done that in the first place, ought I not?”
“I was in the act of slipping, and should have reached no stand-point without your weight, in all probability. But don’t let us talk. Be brave, Elfride, and climb.”
She prepared to ascend, saying, “This is the moment I anticipated when on the tower. I thought it would come!”
“This is not a time for superstition,” said Knight. “Dismiss all that.”
“I will,” she said humbly.
“Now put your foot into my hand: next the other. That’s good—well done. Hold to my shoulder.”
She placed her feet upon the stirrup he made of his hand, and was high enough to get a view of the natural surface of the hill over the bank.
“Can you now climb on to level ground?”