After the briefest of rests, we set out. But within minutes the reason for our backward movement was removed when a lone figure appeared on the horizon. Even at a distance we knew it was Tomas.
We rushed to him.
I have never seen a more bedraggled and emaciated individual. Yet the Captain fell on his neck, weeping in gratitude to see his friend again.
Elijah and I had to assist them both back to the caravan stop.
Tomas reported there had been a clash between that huge army and many warplanes. With devastation on both sides – but particularly fatal to the flying force as their wreckage lay everywhere.
He is grateful to have escaped being under their renewal of hostilities.