Down the narrow way to the razor of a path that led to Sercq, and half the way along it, I ran with her.

Then-- "Go!" I panted, and flung myself behind the great rock pillar that buttressed the path on the Grande Greve side and towered high above me.
She ran on obediently, and one shot followed her, for which I cursed the shooter and heard young Torode do the same.

I was their quarry; but one, in the lust of the chase, had lost his head.
I leaned panting against the rock, and saw Carette's skirts disappear over the brow of the Common at the Sercq end, with thankfulness past words.

For myself, I was safe enough.

No shot could reach me so long as I kept cover.
From no point on Little Sercq could they snap at me by any amount of climbing.