We must guard against wile and stratagem." Wilton looked out over the lake, where the gentle wind still blew and the rippling waters made a slight sighing sound almost like a lullaby.
The opposite cliffs rose steep and lofty, showing dimly through the dusk, but there was no threat in their dark wall.

To south and north the surface melted in the darkness, but it too seemed friendly and protecting.

Wilton shook his head.

No peril could come by that road, but he held his peace.

He had his opinion, but he would not utter it aloud against those who had so much more experience than he.
The darkness made a further gain.