"Zat late already? Zere is not much life lef't in ze day." Osmar frowned in thought as he considered what would be the best possible fashion to make use of what remained of the day. A stroke of inspiration met him, and his face lit up with that enlightened moment.
"Ah, I know a p'lace zat would be perfec't for zis time of ze day. Do you min'd climbing?"
Osmar could not remember when this particular pagoda had been first constructed. No doubt he could look it up fairly easily or ask one of the monks that staffed it, but he had never had any reason to know this on the occasions he had visited it. Nor did he have one now, so he didn't. So he didn't. What little he knew of it though was that it was tall, and the elegant structure afforded an excellent view of the river.
"Do not worry, we are nearly at ze top," said Osmar, fighting back breathlessness as they continued to tread up on seemingly endless steps. "It will be wor's it I p'romise." Finally, the endless steps somehow managed to end, possibly tired of being infinite in number. The final room atop the structure was small, lest the structure beneath be unable to support it. Golden light from the dying day streamed from the west in through the windows that encircled the room.
"P'lease, take a look at ze view."