They were five.
Fighting their way up cold, steep slopes in snow up to their knees. Praying for the top to be close.
The wind tried countless times to punish them and send them back down. The mountain tried to swallow some of them eight times. Three ledges gave way and attempted to send them crashing into sharp rocks down below.
Nature seemed to warn them repeatedly how much inadvisable it was for them to go up there.
But they were five.