Since then Thor had denned eight times in that cavern home.
He wanted to go in now.

He wanted to lie down in the far end of it and wait until he felt better.

For perhaps two or three minutes he hesitated, sniffing yearningly at the door to his cave, and then feeling the wind from down the gorge.

Something told him that he should go on.
To the westward there was a sloping ascent up out of the gorge to the summit, and Thor climbed this.

The sun was well up when he reached the top, and for a little while he rested again and looked down on the other half of his domain.
Even more wonderful was this valley than the one into which Bruce and Langdon had ridden a few hours before.