What had appeared to be distant hills in the morning light has grown to become mountains with the fall of night. It must be the coastal range we’ve been told about, so the port city is just beyond.
We met two men on the road today. They slowed their gait upon sight of us. And we passed each other warily, exchanging queries about the sections of the road we have respectively passed through. They report all clear through the mountain pass; and we gave a similar account for the section of road that we had been on.
We saw plainly each man bore the mark, and they clearly noticed we do not.
For a time I cast frequent glances backwards.