Vzpon nazaj gor

Na dnu ni drugega, kot da se obrne in spleza nazaj gor. Pot navzgor je počasnejša kot navzdol in ji vzame precej več moči, kot je pričakovala, zato se dvakrat ustavi in se obakrat dela, da se je ustavila zaradi razgleda.

At the bottom there is nothing to do but turn around and climb back up. Going up is slower than coming down and takes rather more of her than she expected, and she stops twice, and pretends both times that she is stopping to look at the view.

Na eni od mokrih spodnjih stopnic sedi prilepek v plitvi vdolbini v kamnu. Vdolbina ima natanko obliko njegove lupine, ker se že leta vrača na isto mesto in si je tam izbrusil sedež. Ponoči gre jest, v temi odtava nekaj stopnic daleč in vsako jutro najde pot domov, v luknjo, ki se prilega njemu in ničemur drugemu.

On one of the wet lower steps there is a limpet, sitting in a shallow dip in the stone. The dip is the exact shape of its shell, because it has been coming back to that same spot for years and grinding itself a seat there. It goes out at night to eat, wanders a few steps in the dark, and every morning finds its way home to a hole that fits it and nothing else.

Ko je na vrhu, je svetloba že toliko zavila, da se pokažejo otoki v prelivu. So povsem drug svet. Kjer je ta pečina bled apnenec, poln lukenj in jam, so tisti otoki iz rožnatega granita, nakopičenega v ogromne gladke balvane, kot bi jih tam pustil kak velikan, in na njih živi toliko kuščarjev, da bi človek težko verjel.

From the top, the light has come round enough to show the islands out in the strait. They are a different world. Where this cliff is pale limestone full of holes and caves, those islands are pink granite, piled up in huge smooth boulders like something left behind by a giant, and lizards live out there in numbers you would not believe.

Polly sedi na obzidju, veter se vzdiguje čez rob, in še zadnjič pogleda navzdol v režo v skali. Skoraj dvesto stopnic, vsekanih ročno, ki se skozi pečino spuščajo do skodelice mrzle vode. Nato se odpravi proti severu ob obali, s soncem na levi.

Polly sits on the rampart with the wind coming up over the edge and looks down at the slot in the rock one more time. Nearly two hundred steps, hand cut, going down through a cliff to a cup of cold water. She sets off north along the coast with the sun on her left.