Oswin suddenly came upon a reckless idea.
The long stretch leading up the gold hill was almost certainly trapped. That much was obvious.
But traps mattered most to those who had to climb the distance step by careful step.
Oswin's gaze drifted toward Jenkii. He took in the healthy line of her arms, the solid muscle built into her shoulders, and admired it a touch too long before coughing into his hand and forcing his thoughts back to the problem.
"I do have a proposition," Oswin said. "It will require a great deal of trust, and I am willing to test it first."
The others nodded for him to continue. So Oswin explained.
And the more he spoke, the stranger Fay, Jackson, and Jenkii began to look at him.
In the end, Oswin pointed toward the top of the hill.
"That is why Jenkii will throw us from here to the destination up there."
"Wait. You want me to tap you fifty times, then throw you as hard as I can?" Jenkii asked.
