You are trapped here.

There is no path you can travel, either by night or day, unseen of our people.

You have already climbed along the only passage leading here, and you dare not go back.

This way you have reached the end.

Behind is the village; here the altar of sacrifice--choose either, and you die like the _Francais_ dogs you are." "Who is here to touch us ?" I asked derisively.