Chapter 31
A few days after landing in this mountainous land they hit a coastline which swept diagonally before them from the south-west to the north-east, a coastline of monumental grandeur: deep majestic ravines, soaring pinnacles of ice – fjords.
For two further days they scrambled and climbed over the rocks and glaciers, awe-struck with beauty.
“Arthur!” yelled Ford suddenly.
It was the afternoon of the second day. Arthur was sitting on a high rock watching the thundering sea smashing itself against the craggy promontories.
“Arthur!” yelled Ford again.
Arthur looked to where Ford’s voice had come from, carried faintly in the wind.
Ford had gone to examine a glacier, and Arthur found him there crouching by the solid wall of blue ice. He was tense with excitement – his eyes darted up to meet Arthur’s.
“Look,” he said, “look!”
Arthur looked. He saw the solid wall of blue ice.
“Yes,” he said, “it’s a glacier. I’ve already seen it.”
“No,” said Ford, “you’ve looked at it, you haven’t seen it. Look!”
Ford was pointing deep into the heart of the ice.