Raising himself weakly, he turned as if in a dream to look
upon the face of his redeemer.
She was, without question, the most desirable female he had ever seen.
Young and fair, her sun-streaked hair and gold-flecked green eyes were
highlighted and contrasted by skin of bronze and trinkets of silver.
Her muscles were smooth and round; the outline of her breasts showed
full beneath a woven garment the likes of which he had never seen. Her
raiment, indeed her very face tones and gestures, appeared to him
strange and exotic, and it seemed apparent that she had come from a land
far away. Using simplified gestures, he tried to ask her who she was,
and what hidden passage it was that he had found. For he sensed that he
was still deep underground, and was puzzled by the dancing firelight and
warmth all around him.
'Not now,' she whispered softly.
Giving him water from a clay vessel, she motioned for him to lie back
and rest. Though he still had many questions he obeyed willingly,
knowing that his strength was all but gone. Lying back painfully he
tried, and finally succeeded, in falling asleep.
The girl remained beside him on the covered lip of rock that formed her
bed, looking up at the shaft and wondering at the impossible
coincidence. She reached out once, as if to touch his brow, but drew
back the hand when she saw that it was trembling.
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