Reuben and his guards kept vigil under the stars last night. And talked through any and all options that did not include retracing our steps.
The stars shone bright in their courses, but the lights from the traffic were brighter still. At least, they were when I turned in.
All had changed by the time I got up. The checkpoint was gone. Along with the traffic.
Reuben told me that beginning at midnight onwards the traffic was all towards Damascus. And the elements of the checkpoint joined in as the last of the column went through.
Having no one or nothing to impede our progress, we reached the hiding place by evening.
They received us with open arms and hearts.
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