After the midst had cleared, Much-Afraid and her companions were surprised to find that the path they were on led them straight down into a deep valley. The ascent up was as steep and even higher than the Precipice of Injury, and to go down and ascend again would take an immense amount of strength and effort, and also a lot of time.
As Much-Afraid looked down into the depths of the valley her heart went numb, and she began to wonder if her relatives had been right all along. After all, if she did go down to the deep valley, she would lose everything she had gained so far on her journey to the high places. And for one awful moment, Much-Afraid considered the possibility of turning and not following the Shepherd any longer. This was not the way she wanted to go. If she turned, she could make her own choice and her sorrow and suffering could be ended at once. In that awful moment, it seemed as if Much-Afriad was looking down into an abyss of horror, into an existence where there was no Shepherd, nothing but her horrible self.