The valley behind them had fallen into shadow.
Before them and very far above them towered the great pinnacles, clothed in the everlasting snows, beginning to turn golden above their floating wreaths of mist.

Even where they were, trails like the ragged edges of a cloud drifted by them, and the coldness of the air held a clammy quality.
The sparkling dryness of the atmosphere seemed to be dissolving into these thin, veil-like vapours.

The cold was more penetrating than Dinah had ever before experienced.
Now and then an icy draught came swirling down upon them, making her shiver, though it was evident that Isabel was unaware of it.

The harder the way became, the more set upon her purpose did she seem to be.

Dinah marvelled at her strength and unvarying determination.