It was a day sitting atop a mountain debating our next move. Hence we made no progress today.
Lyle and I took turns interrogating our young man with a beard.
When I wasn’t asking questions I took the opportunity to see what was on the other side of the mountain. More villages flowing down into a plain and another city with a desert beyond. I thought if only I could climb to the top of the peak, I could see what lay beyond that waste.
I know that arid land is our destination. Lyle knows it too. And so does our new companion. Though why he was headed away from it is why we are questioning him now.