I passed another uneasy night. And not just because Dunfallon failed to join us. A dream was the source of my unease. What I can remember of my dream in its beginning must have been inspired by the day of traveling. Really rather boring in its content – until the black bird flew onto the scene. Then a definite sense of menace descended upon me.
It strutted right up to Rumble and me, swelling in size the closer it came. I shrunk backwards each time its beak bobbed towards us. And waking, I had the whisper of a thought – this is the representation of our adversary.
And I believe, the thought’s confirmation came today when Dunfallon caught up with us.
He had the most fantastic tale.
At the break of the pass, a large black bird attacked him and his mountain goat. But before it could swoop down on him for a second time, his eagle met and drove it off.