She knew that Hozier and herself were drawn close to a bulging rock, that her companion clutched at it with hands and knees, and thus fended her delicate limbs from off its broken surface; she felt herself half carried, half lifted, up into free air and dazzling light; she heard voices in a musical foreign tongue uttering words that had the ring of sympathy.

And that was all for a little while.

Friendly hands placed her in a warm and sunlit cleft, and she lay there, unable to think or move.

By degrees, the numbness of body and mind gave way to clearer impressions.

But she took much for granted.