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. The plank
rocked him this way and that, and Palin was sick again.
When he recovered sufficiently to think he might not die
in the next ten seconds - a matter of extreme regret - Palin
braced himself to open his eyes and keep them open.
He managed, but at the cost of being sick again.
Fortunately or unfortunately, there was nothing left inside
him to lose, and it wasn't long before he was able to look
around. He was lying on a wooden plank, as he had
surmised. The plank had been built into a curved wooden
wall of a small room and was obviously intended as a crude
bed. Several other planks lined the walls of the oddly
shaped room and Palin saw his two brothers lying
unconscious on these, bound hand and foot as he was.
There was no other furniture in the room, nothing but a few
wooden chests, which were sliding along the wooden floor.
Palin had only to look out the small, round window on
the wall across from him to confirm his worst fears. At first,
he saw nothing but blue sky and white clouds and bright
sunlight. Then the plank on which he was lying dropped - it
seemed - into a chasm. The wooden chests scraped across
the floor, running away past him. Blue sky and clouds
vanished, to be replaced by green water
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