16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
pass streaming out to leeward, streamers a
mile long and more: then peaks and the pass
itself vanished in a white turmoil.
'It may not last,' cried Eduardo, catching up
his gun. Stephen followed him as he went fast
through the reeds to the place where they had
left the llama. And indeed for some minutes it
seemed that this one clap might be the end;
but while Eduardo was fastening their belongings
to the llama's pack-saddle, Stephen
looked at the water. There was scarcely a
creature left on it now, and all along the edge
birds were pushing in among the reeds.
Moving at that quick familiar short-paced Indian
trot Eduardo and the llama set off over
the powdering of snow for the true snowline
and the pass. There was still enough day and
enough light to cross it, going even at a moderate
pace.