The decision has been made. Tomorrow we will all repair to the fields and there camp through the harvest. Today was given over to preparations to that end.
Last night the lights from the west end seemed even brighter than the evening before. They especially lit up all the approaches to their gateways. What do they have to fear from our small quarter? From us?
I guess we fear them too. Not knowing what their intent is toward us.
Lyle becomes more concerned with each passing day that Kip and Moglen may be lost to us. Could they indeed be swayed?
Later I sought the grace and peace that flows in my walled courtyard, sensing there may be no return.