And pleas'd with our soft peace, stayed here his flying race. Where with most ease and warmth he might employ his art: Deceiv'd the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light. But she most fair, most cold, made him thence take his flight
Can you give the possible answers (a,b,c,etc.)
<span>a Tell a story about rappelling into a cavern that can't be reached any other way.</span>
