Into Drake's too, I knew, for his head was held high and his eyes were clear and bright as hers who sang.
The jubilant pulse streamed through the hands that held us, throbbed through us.

The pulse of the Thing--sang! Closer and closer grew the cliffs.

Down and crashing down fell the trees, the noise of their fall accompanying the battle chant of the Valkyr beside me like wild harp chords of storm-lashed surf.

Up to the precipices the forest rolled, unbroken.

Now the cliffs loomed overhead.
The dawn had passed.