“Look!” Neelah called out from behind him.
Dengar glanced over his shoulder, then in the di rection in which her upraised hand pointed, as she balanced the corner of the pallet against her thigh. The lantern’s beam swept across a slanting heap of broken stone. “I don’t see anything… .”
“Turn off the lantern,” ordered Neelah.
He thumbed off the power switch. The light had been dim enough that his eyes only took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. Which wasn’t complete: a thread of daylight, clouded with dust motes, drew a jag-edged spot only a few inches from the toes of his boots. Dengar tilted his head back and spotted the cleft in the rocks overhead. The hole looked hardly bigger than the width of his hand.
“This’ll take a little work.” Dengar mulled over the situation. He and Neelah had lowered the pallet between themselves. With the lantern switched back on, he studied the wall of crumbled stone nearest the hole. “I can get up there, all right. And so can you; it doesn’t look like that bad a climb.” He pointed to Fett. “He’s going to be the problem, though.”
“You’ve got a line coil, don’t you?” With a nod of her head, Neelah indicated one of the equipment pouches at Dengar’s waist. “If you could get up there and pry the gap
open wider-or if you could get out
to
the surface-then I could tie a loop around his chest and under his arms, and you could haul him up.”
Nothing had been heard from the medical droids for a while as they had straggled along behind Den-gar and Neelah. But now SHSl-B spoke up. “The patient,” it protested loudly, “is not in any kind of condition for a maneuver as you’ve described. Very simply, you’ll kill him if you try that.”
“Yeah, and if we leave him down here, he’ll be just as dead.” Under the best of circumstances, Den-gar would have gotten tired of the droid’s officious carping. He took out the line and fastened one end to his belt so his hands would be free for climbing. He gave the rest of the coil to Neelah, then nodded toward Boba Fett. “Pull him back a bit so the both of you will be out of the way of whatever I pull down.” There was another possibility that Dengar had left unspoken. Specifically, that in trying to widen the light-spilling gap overhead, he’d bring down the entire roof of this underground space, burying himself and the others under a few tons of rock. The bomb ing raid had left the area in a state of fragile balance; even removing the smallest stone might trigger a collapse of everything surrounding it.
He left the lantern with Neelah, instructing her to point it toward the area around the bright crevice he’d be working on. As he started to climb, fingertips digging into the loose rock, he could hear her dragging the pallet over to the farthest angle of the space below him.
One stone shifted as he put his hand’s weight on it. The stone came free and tumbled away; he would have followed it, crashing hard down the slope he’d traversed so far, if he hadn’t managed to loop one arm around a larger outcropping just above and to the side of his head. His feet dangled in air for a moment as more of the dislodged stones rattled and slid out from under his boot soles.
“Are you all right?” Dengar heard Neelah’s voice from below as the lantern beam pinned his one hand straining to hold its grip on the outcropping and his other dug in next to it.
“Do I look all right?” The hazard annoyed Dengar more than alarmed him. Without turning his head, he shouted down to Neelah. “Move the light … over just a bit… .”
The beam shifted as he managed to get more of his weight balanced on the outcropping, his chest pressing against its top ridge. He reached up and grasped the edge of the tiny gap he had spotted from the floor of the tunnel. With a push, it gave way; he flung the stone away as he turned his head to shield his eyes from the gravel and dust raining down.
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daylight spilled down from the Dune Sea’s surface; Dengar could even see, as he tilted his head back, a patch of cloudless sky. We can make it, he thought with relief. Sweat trickled down his neck and across his chest as his free hand yanked out a few more stones jutting into the vertical opening. They fell into darkness, striking the others he had previously torn loose. He was grateful for the fresh air, dry and hot as it was from the suns’ pounding temperature, that flooded across his face and into his throat. Anything was better than the stink that filled the caverns and tunnels beneath the surface… .
The beam of light suddenly disappeared.
“Hey!” Dengar shouted to Neelah below him. “Swing that light back up here!” The glare of daylight coming down the widened hole wasn’t enough for him to make out the details of the space’s ceiling; he couldn’t see which rock to grab and pull on next. “I still need it-“