The two Picards followed close behind.

Suzanne, at this moment, when the resources of Scott were needed so much, had relaxed somewhat of her grimness.

She and Antoine said nothing as they bent their heads to the snow.

Unconsciously they had resigned decision and leadership to the young pair who walked before them.
John glanced toward the river and the plain beyond, but he merely looked into a wall, cold, white and impenetrable.

No ray of light or life came from it.