The Robot had opened its metal side and drawn forth a flexible wire with a foot-long hook fastened to it. The wire came smoothly out as though unrolling from a drum.
It leaned into the aperture and called down to Larry. "Fasten this around the Princess. Be careful not to harm her. Put it under her arms."
I saw that there was an eyelet on the wire into which the hook could be inserted to make a loop.
"Under her arms," Migul called. "She will have to hold to the hook with her hands or the wire will cut into her. Has she the strength?"
Larry floundered as he adjusted the wire. Tina gasped. "I—have the strength."
The Robot braced itself, spreading its knees against the aperture with its body leaning forward.
"Ready?" it called.
"Yes," came Larry's voice.
