““Till now the evening had been calm, but suddenly the forest grew restless. As I ascended the path out of the river bottom, I could hear branches tossing overhead, and leaves thrashing. When I emerged into fields a brisk breeze pressed my cheek. Ragged herds of dragon-clouds galloped past the moon. I reached the narrow blacktopped road that ran between the inn and Mortestow. Suddenly a compulsion came upon me, despite the wildness of the night, to continue up on to the cliffs.””
