You'll not miss your way by a foot.

I promise you that." Even then Jeanne was reluctant.

They were on the top of the grass-grown dyke now, and below she could dimly see the dark, swelling water lapping against the gravel bottom.
"But you do not understand," she declared.

"I do not even know where to put my feet.

I can see nothing, and the wind is enough to blow us over the sides.