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Updated: May 11, 2025
They were perhaps two hundred feet below the ridge between the Blaitiere and the Grépon and to the left of the Col." "What time was this?" "Four o'clock in the afternoon." "Yes," said Chayne. The story was borne out by the telegram.
The following day he set out alone about three in the morning for the Grepon. He took the road up the Nantillons glacier to the Col, and then he must have climbed the Mummery crack by himself. After that he left the ordinary route and tried a new traverse across the Mer de Glace face.
Moreover, how in the world should he know that those slabs of black granite on the top of the Grépon were veined with red splashed with red as he described them? Unless he had ascended them, or the Aiguille des Charmoz opposite how should he know? The philosophy of his guide Michel Revailloud flashed across Chayne's mind. "One needs some one with whom to exchange one's memories."
True, there were the séracs those great slabs and pinnacles of ice set up on end and tottering, high above, where the glacier curved over a brow of rock and broke one of them might have fallen. But Lattery and he had so often ascended and descended that glacier on the way to the Charmoz and the Grépon and the Plan. He could not believe his friend had come to harm that way.
Their faces relaxed from wariness; they were no longer upon their guard. It seemed that an actual comradeship had sprung up between them. "There is a mountain called the Grépon," said Skinner. "I have seen pictures of it a strange and rather attractive pinnacle, with its knife-like slabs of rock, set on end one above the other black rock splashed with red and the overhanging boulder on the top.
Here and there the ridge sinks between the peaks, and one such depression between the Aiguille de Blaitière and the Aiguille du Grépon is called the Col des Nantillons. To cross that pass, to descend on the other side of the great rock-wall into that bay of ice facing Chamonix, which is the Glacier des Nantillons, had been Lattery's idea. Chayne turned to the porter. "When did this come?"
"I am so sorry, Sylvia," he cried. "Oh, my dear, I had so hoped we should be in time. I would have spared you this knowledge if I could. Who knows? We may be still in time," and as he spoke Michel entered the garden with one other man and came toward him. "Henri Simond!" said Michel, presenting his companion. "You will know that name. Simond has just come down from the Grépon, monsieur.
Have you climbed it?" "Yes." "There is a crack, I believe a good place to get you into training." Chayne laughed with the enjoyment of a man who recollects a stiff difficulty overcome. "Yes, to the right of the Col between the Grépon and the Charmoz. There is a step half way up otherwise there is very little hold and the crack is very steep."
Having passed the ice-fall, and when within two hours of the Montanvert, Lattery had turned to the left and had made for the great wall of precipitous rock which forms the western side of the valley through which the Glacier du Géant flows down, the wall from which spring the peaks of the Dent du Requin, the Aiguille du Plan, the Aiguille de Blaitière, the Grépon and the Charmoz.
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