They neared the exit, and then stopped short in horror, there, in front of them, in front of the daylight, was a grate.
A iron grate, making it so there was no way out; they went up to it, there was no way to open it, no handle, no lock.
Sukrae closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "We almost made it," he thought sadly, "we almost made it."
Slowly he opened his eyes, looked above him, and shouted,
"Hey Taena!" he called, "Look at this!"
Just above him was a rope, conected to a couple of pullys,
"It's a portcullis," Taena breathed, coming over to look, "pull that rope and the grate should go up."
Sukrae reached above him, up to the rope, and pulled.
Two things then happened, very fast, the first thing that happened was that the grate started drawing up into the roof of the cave, and Taena gave a cry of delight. "It's working!"
The second thing that happened was that when Sukrae pulled on the rope, his arm disloged a jug of foul-smelling liquid that had been sitting on a rotting wooden shelf, and the brown gunk fell, pouring over his wounded arm, and splattering on the ground.
Luckily, Taena was far enough away that none of it got on either her or Teegan, and she gasped. "Are you ok?" she asked, "That stuff looks nasty."
Sukrae glanced down at his arm, "I just hope none of that is....," Taena looked at his arm, it was turning a pale green, "... poisoned." he finished, and, looking down at his arm, "Oh no."
Taena had managed to catch the grate when he had pulled the rope, and now she propped it up with a section of wood that was lying next to it. "Sukrae come through," she said, "I already got Teegan by."
Walking over to where she was, he stooped, and ducked under the grate. "I'm tired." he mumbled, and slumped over next to the wall.
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