Well all are safe here at the base of the hill and Bryce has his llama here to meet us. Now this was not so bad after all. I know that I would have been too tired to drag this thing all the way up there.

I see the Celt women are feeling no pain; they seem to have drunk enough to fill even Dallas.

The poor llama is having some problems too so Dallas has to give a push to the boat near the top. I think I will lighten the load with a little ale that go missed.

At last the top, grand!

Now Bryce how did that llama get bowlegged. Did Dallas ride him or something?