It was...hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell into the post, just--just hangin' from the ropes, ken, wi' the blood...runnin' down my legs. They thought for a bit that I'd died--and Da must ha' thought so, too. They told me he put his hand to his head just then and made a wee noise, and then...he fell down.