The Iron
Crown

How to descend the vertical cliff, I mused.

Among us was whole silence.

Our attempts to converse were by gesture alone, but through some curious property of the air of the postoto we could not watch each other very closely for very long.

As tempers rose and gestures grew more and more wild, we suddenly and spontaneously overbalanced together, and our bodies tumbled over the brink and were consigned to the aether.

We fell I know not how long, but curiously more like feathers than stones.

It was difficult, however, to keep oneself in one plane long enough to see what sort of land it was we were falling towards.