Joseph Mallord William Turner Fishermen at Sea

Joseph Mallord William Turner Fishermen at SeaJohn Singer Sargent El JaleoFrancois Boucher Leda and the Swan
It was true: the slope was getting easier, and it was even possible to climb slightly, up and away from the edge. And ahead: wasn't that a fold in the wall of the cliff? Could that really be a way out?
Lyra looked into Will's , weight, move, test, hand, foot...Their fingers were raw, their knees and hips were trembling with the effort, their heads ached and rang with exhaustion. They climbed the last few feet up to the foot of the cliff, where a narrow defile led a little way into the shadow.
Lyra watched with aching eyes as Will took the knife and began to search the air, touching, withdrawing, searching, touching again.
"Ah," he said.brilliant, strong eyes and smiled.They clambered on, up and farther up, with every step moving farther from the abyss. And as they climbed, they found the ground firmer, the handholds more secure, the footholds less liable to roll and twist their ankles."We must have climbed a fair way now," Will said. "I could try the knife and see what I find.""Not yet," said the harpy. "Farther to go yet. This is a bad place to open. Better place higher up."They carried on quietly, hand, foot