The Snowmelt River (The Three Powers) - Plot & Excerpts
Mo looked up at it with round eyes. Alan took them as close to the slope as the small lane would allow, then killed the engine, enabling them to alight from the truck and stand gazing close-up at the mountain that had called them, swathed as it now appeared in the heather of high summer. From this close it looked different, flatter, the peak invisible, including its cairn of stones. The boys took a drum of water each and the girls one between them and then they began the long slow climb through the brambles and ragged trees on the lower slopes. Alan took the lead, holding the drum of water in his left hand and the Spear of Lug in his right. Moment by moment, the sky appeared to grow more heavily overcast. Every instinct bade them hurry. It wasn’t long before the weight of the drums tired their arms. But they refused to rest or slow down, even when the narrow handles of the containers cut impressions into the flesh of their hands, forcing them to keep changing arms, no matter that their muscles soon began to cry out for a rest.
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