I mind every jutting stone and twisted yew that is on the cliff there, to this day.

However, one of the others went a little to one side, where Erpwald had appeared, and swung himself to the tiny ledge that had given him foothold as he came up, and so looked at the place.

There was a long cleft between two layers of rock which went back into the cliff's face for some depth, with a little backward slope that had saved the helpless man from rolling out again, and there was a raven's nest at one end of it.

One may see that cleft from below and across the gorge if one knows where to look, but not by any means from above, by reason of the overhang of the brink.

It was plain that, as he thought, the horse's body, or maybe its shoulder, thrust him into the cleft, but it was well that he was senseless and so could not struggle, or he would have surely missed it.