There I was… hanging by a cliff.
My life literally hanging by a threat…
A threat that would seem to be Arthur's index finger.
I could feel it sliding; I could feel my own hand taking charge of my own destiny.
I could see my King screaming for me to hang on, to not let go.
Fear and anger infusing his voice…
His face was red from the endless efforts of making sure his voice was clear enough to me or to whomever he was shouting at.
As if making it louder would force gravity to show mercy; that nature would defy its own laws just because he demanded it strongly enough.
Nevertheless I had come to believe that the agonizing screams were no longer for me but rather for a God from above to respond to his request to save me, his manservant.
I could see him scream but it sounded as if his voice came from a long, long tunnel rather than from the distance of the few meters that separated my life and his.
I knew I was about to meet the ground. It was inevitable…
What I didn't know was whether I would meet him ever again after that…
If only I could.
If only I could remember…