The situation got more difficult as the width of the trenches increased. Now it became totally impossible to cross with both of us on the rope.
"What hell lies ahead now excluding this wide trench?" I asked miserably. "If we can't cross separately, we would have to die."
That invisible magic responded by throwing the two of us to either side of the path. We fell quite badly on our behinds and were then rubbing the soreness off our tailbones at having found the answer.
"Then it's your turn, Lest," Lucas stated. "Best of luck. You'll get through it."
I took in the encouragement and said, "I will meet you on the other side."
With that, I took a jump as long as I could after skidding off the edge. The bad start made me catch the rope below the land level, arising the same difficulty I had the first time I had sprung away from it.
This time, the rope fell away after five complete swings. It gave me lesser time to think and more anxiety.
