Raven
takes a moment to get the measure of the size of the trolls before he
commits the chalk to dungeon wall. The door that he draws is as tall
as his tip-toed reach can manage, but he still feels the need to
apologise.
“Sorry,”
he says to the trolls, “You may have to crouch a bit. Now,
everybody hold on to me...” With that, he grasps the door's
handle. “Somewhere that needs a bridge,” he says, his tone more
than sceptical. He pulls the door open and steps forward, finding
himself tottering at the edge of a mountain gorge.
“Careful,”
he warns his companions.
The trolls
look at the chasm reaching below, then the far side of the gorge, and
Raven is sure he hears them sigh.
“Thish,”
says Rocknipples, “Ish perfik.” He places his heart gently on
the ground, then scoops a mound of earth from the ground and slams it
on top.
“Wot are
you doin?” Stonedildo demands.
“Makin'
a shtart,” comes the reply.
“Well
then,” Stonedildo shrugs, standing at the edge. “I've got sum
fallin' to do.” He tips forward and drops quickly out of sight.
“Right,”
Raven says, turning to Robert, “Time to find your missus.”
“You
could always start,” Tom suggests, “By giving her another call.”
