Day One Thousand One Hundred Seventy Eight #DayoftheEndoftheWorld

Magwich insists that we abandon him and return to the hiding place. And argues he will follow when he can walk on his own.

If Elijah had not finally consented to rest, I am sure that Magwich’s argument would have ended in short order.  But it had fallen to me to attend to him instead and I confess I was feeling keenly the need to return, if only to inquire about Tomas and Sy.

I was at the point of giving in when Reuben entered to silence our bickering. A platoon of soldiers was approaching.

We held our breath as Reuben went down to observe.

They moved on without entering and Magwich did not renew his demand that we leave.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Fifty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah called for an end to the demolition of all the remaining passages into the hiding place area. The Captain started to protest, but Sy stepped forward and by his argument convinced our friend that such measures were no longer necessary.

Mei and Meesa asked to meet with us to discuss the state of our provisions and the water supply here. After they expressed their concerns, Elijah was able to put them at ease, stating that, given the time remaining there is more than enough to care for the 120,000 people, called to be here.

Afterwards I had so much to think about, that I drew away to the set apart place to intercede for Mawuli and, yes, Mr Kagi.

Day Six Hundred Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas hammered away all morning at Elijah with reasons why we should travel to the other side of the city and seek refuge with Mr. Kagi’s uncle.

After Elijah dealt with each argument in turn, Tomas proposed going by himself. This idea in particular upset the Captain greatly. Tomas reminded him that nothing can happen to either of them apart from one another, if they are to believe the prophecy spoken over them.

The Captain countered by agreeing with him in that instance but was at pains to point out that other outcomes equally undesirable were also possible.

“Like Tomas,” I interjected, “being scooped up as an army conscript. What would we do then?”

Waiting can test the best friendships.