midday
Raven gave no sign of having heard . They were speeding . The east behind them was a line of light , and the mists were clearing away . When they turned into the narrow river road , the gray seemed to be there waiting for them , for this was the gorge with the steep cliff on one side and the river on the other , always dark , even at midday , with moss patches on the cliffs and small streams escaping from their fissures and tumbling : always the sound of falling water . `` The Donnyhills ? '' Raven asked . `` Do n't I remember them ?