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Show -77- Sandy stared, speechless, at the old man. Never had she heard of such a love as this. The baby whimpered, and Sandy picked her up and cuddled her. For the first time, Sandy realized what she had lost when she fell into Sol Vallis, Verus was more than just an enchanted spoon. She was the most priceless friend she had ever had. Even in the depths of poverty and forced labor, these beautiful people remembered Verus and were true to her. Fighting with love! She must get Verus back to Sol Vallis! "Lamm, how do you get the food and clothing to Daemon when no one can climb the cliffs?" "They have fashioned tremendously long ropes, with baskets attached to the ends, which the soldiers lower into the valley. We load the baskets and they draw them up." "Why don't some of your men get weapons, and go up in the baskets?" "The platforms are guarded. Nothing is sent up which isn't checked first. And that isn't all. Daemon has a powerful telescope which pierces the mist. He watches those ropes carefully." "Why don't they go at night?" "The soldiers don't work the ropes at night, - only during the day." Sandy brushed her face against the baby's hot cheek, and thought for a minute. "Lamm, I have an idea! If you could hide me in a sack and put me in a basket, maybe I could get Verus and bring her back!" |