We hadn’t realized it. We’d been traveling for over an hour without any contact of any kind along the road. Soldier or peasant.
The Captain spoke up first. He had a feeling that he could not shake off. An oppressive sense of impending danger.
Our surroundings had changed subtly. From open country to something else that none of us could describe.
After the Captain shared his apprehensions he suddenly blurted out the thought that perhaps Tomas was being held by the great army to our north.
Elijah stood there and smiled at him, then he turned to me and said that the time had come to turn our steps towards the center of the valley to seek our friend Tomas.