He reached the crest of the hill, and saw other hills, fold on fold, lying before him.

He had hoped to catch a glimpse of the lake from the summit, but no glint of its waters came, and then he knew it must yet be miles away.

His heart sank for a moment.

Andiatarocte had appealed to him as a refuge.

Just why he did not know, but he vaguely expected to find safety there.