noon
For but a moment she debated and then turning her face toward the southeast she set out across the gorge of water toward the Kor-ul-GRYF -- at least there were no men there . As it is now , so it was in the beginning , back to the primitive progenitor of man which is typified by Pan-at-lee and her kind today , of all the hunters that woman fears , man is the most relentless , the most terrible . To the dangers of man she preferred the dangers of the GRYF . Moving cautiously she reached the foot of the cliff at the far side of Kor-ul-lul and here , toward noon , she found a comparatively easy ascent . Crossing the ridge she stood at last upon the brink of Kor-ul-GRYF -- the horror place of the folklore of her race . Dank and mysterious grew the vegetation below ; giant trees waved their plumed tops almost level with the summit of the cliff ; and over all brooded an ominous silence . Pan-at-lee lay upon her belly and stretching over the edge scanned the cliff face below her .