Day Eight Hundred Eighteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

No one pursued us. Quasimo was sure they halted at the property limit and will await their master’s return to report the matter.

By the new day we were beyond the palaces, only the hovels of field hands dotted the landscape of green growth.

Knowing we were nearing the river, our guide paused. We needed to decide between two bridges. For one we would have to take the next path north. If we were to opt for the other, we would continue on to the river on our current path, then turn south for a good distance.

Both Elijah and I opted for straight ahead. And when we reached the river we each took a hand and walked him across.