The trees and the clouds, crag life, bird life, and flower life, life of water, earth, and air, came inside.

He was so used to his own silence in the glen that when he walked through it with others he kept it still.

Slightly taciturn everywhere, he was actively so here.

The path narrowing, he and Ian must go in single file.

Leading, Alexander traveled in silence, and Ian, behind, not familiar with the place, must mind his steps, and so fell silent, too.