That was all for Lambert and me. The next day, with Aubert and Flory, we went down to the Western Cwm, while the second team of four Swiss and five Sherpas, under Dittert, went up past us to try their luck. At first they did better than we, getting from the cwm to the col in a single day's climbing; but there their luck left them. Altitude sickness struck both sahibs and Sherpas. The wind grew stronger and the cold deeper. And after three days and nights they had to come down, without having been able to even start an ascent of the summit ridge.
Well, it had been a great effort.
And I had made a great friend.