At any moment a boat may appear.

Follow me, all of you.

The road is a rough one, but it is not far." The speaker was an elderly man, long-haired and bearded, of whose personality the girl caught no other details than the patriarchal beard, a pair of remarkably bright eyes, a long, pointed nose, and a red scar that ran diagonally across a domed forehead.

He turned away without further explanation, and began to climb a natural pathway that wound itself up the side of an almost perpendicular wall of rock.
Hozier caught Iris by the arm, and would have assisted her, but she shook herself free.

She felt, and conducted herself, like a fractious child.
"I can manage quite well," she said with an odd petulance.