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part of a second, that didn’t mean you’d failed. It meant you had to keep on doing it.
He scurried crabwise along the base of the tower, staring up at the climbing Thing, and tripped over something metallic. It turned out to be the Librarian’s dropped pike. A little further off, the end of the rope trailed in a puddle.
He stared at ape up a tall building,’ sighed Dibbler. ‘And we’re not even having to pay wages!’
‘Yeah,’ said Soll.
‘Yeah . . . ‘ said Dibbler. There was a tiny note of uncertainty in them for a moment, then used the pike to chop a few feet off the rope to make a crude shoulder strap for the weapon.He grabbed the rope and gave it an experimental tug, and then . . .There was an unpleasant lack of resistance to the pull. He threw himself backwards just before hundreds of feet of sodden rope smacked damply on to the paving.He looked around desperately for another route to the top. The Dibblers watched open mouthed as the Thing climbed. It wasn’t moving very fast, and occasionally had to wedge the gibbering Librarian into a handy buttress while it found the next handhold, but it was moving up.‘Oh, yes. Yes. Yes,’ breathed Soll. ‘What a picture! Pure kinema!’‘A giant woman carrying a screaming