My mother looked at the wall above the King's head.

She sat very straight, looking past me at the wall.

He held it in his left hand and looked at the far wall.

Instead, he was looking at the wall, away from her.

He looked at the wall of fire and made a pass with his staff.

For a moment she simply sat looking at the wall.

"Then look at the wall or something while you tell us about it."

He looked at the wall behind me as if someone might be there.

He looked at the wall for a moment, thinking hard, and finally said.

Then she turned away from them and looked at the wall.