She could feel that foreign world descending over her once again. She knew how to parachute down, but now she was being asked to climb up a rope. It was the size of her pinkie and hung a good three feet away from Nell’s trunk. When she tried to follow the rope upward with her eyes, all it did was make her head spin.
“Step into the lower loops. Hands on the handles. This is somewhat old school, but it’s the way my parents and I climbed when I was a kid. That was back before someone thought up boot cleats for stepping up the line and all that.”
Greek. Greek. Greek. Why did he think he was speaking any form of a language that she understood? Though the analogy failed as she understood Greek, or as much as she’d been able to pick up during a two-month training exercise with their navy.
Urdu
