ᏧᏴᏨ ᎢᏣ ᏫᎦᏅᏅ, ᎡᏘᏴ ᏚᏂᎶᏒ ᏓᏃᏫ ᎤᏁᏙᎸ ᏃᎴ ᎠᎾᏓᎾᏅᎥᏍᎩ.
The passway across the ridge crest bent around the face and went on forever into the north, a thin wavering line that had carried trade and war as long as there had been people to walk it.