Thief of Time - Lift

'Are you all right, lad?' Lobsang opened his eyes. His arm felt as though it was being wrenched off his body. He looked up along the length of the arm to Lu-Tze, who was lying flat on the swaying bridge, holding him.

'What happened?'

'I think maybe you were overcome with the excitement, lad. Or vertigo, maybe. Just don't look down.' There was a roaring below Lobsang, like a swarm of very angry bees. Automatically, he began to turn his head. 'I said don't look down! Just relax.'

Lu-Tze got to his feet. He raised Lobsang, at arm's length, as though he was a feather, until the boy's sandals were over the wood of the bridge.

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The Thief of Time - p64