From far, far below came the faint whisper of rushing waters.
I faltered.

For these were the blocks that had formed the body of the monster of the hollow, its flailing arms.

The thing that had played so murderously with the armored men.
And now had shaped itself into this anchored, quiescent bridge.
"Do not fear." It was the woman speaking, softly, as one would reassure a child.

"Ascend.

Cross.