Day passed away. Its ocean of light and clear blues drained away once more, revealing the black mountain of the sky.
Looking up, he could pick out dimly over there, as here, signs of people. Huddling from the darkness round campfires and in their tiny flickering homes. A few travellers guiding themselves along the black mountain paths by lantern on foot and horseback.
Tonight the raw beast of the moon was at large, surveying the chasm, ready to pounce upon the unwary and devour them.