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“What’ve you found?” Remi asked

“That it’s going to take a lot more practice And my blues voice needs more—”

“I mean, ahead?”

“Oh An opening”

“Lead on This crawl space is too tight for ”

Unseen by Reo wasn’t a fragile thing, Re was a woative

“Here we go,” Sa forward

It took only thirty seconds to reach the opening Sah He looked around, then said over his shoulder, “A circular pit about ten feet across I can’t see the botto—probably a subterranean offshoot of the Bag, but about twelve feet higher”

“Oh, joy How are the walls?”

“Diagonal stalagest about as thick as a baseball bat, the rest about half that”

“No conveniently placed spike ladders?”

Sa the pit’s walls “No,” he called back, his voice echoing, “but dangling directly over my head is a spear”

“Pardon me? Did you say—”

“Yes It’s affixed to the wall by what looks like a leather cord There’s a piece of cord hanging below the spear with a shard of wood attached”

“Trip wire,” Remi commented