The little cove below him was perhaps a mile across.

The opposite shore was low and verdure-clad.

The rocky eminence that formed the wall on two sides was the only high ground to be seen for miles around.
Down the slope he sped, dusky shadows beginning to tell of the coming night.

His feet finally touched upon the grass-covered soil; he was off the barren rock and at the edge of the dismal forest.

Without a quiver he hurried under the great leaves and among the trees.