We were hopeful that our pursuers had given up. Or perhaps even lost and off on the wrong track.
Thus we were thinking as we entered this mountain valley. Strange to see such rich pasturage on either hand, and no flocks being shepherded. In fact it seemed untouched, as though undiscovered. But surely that could not be the case, for many groups of Hamashiachites must have crossed this very meadow.
Mei came to me in the afternoon. She was troubled, but not about what troubled me. She had dreamed again last night about the dark shadow coming between us and the moon and stars.
Unlike before, the telling of her dream raised the hackles on the back of my neck.