Lights appeared in the sky again last night. Not concentrated anywhere, but criss-crossing haphazardly.
We were left wondering. Were they looking for us? Or for the army?
Tomas was hard pressed to believe that they could miss anything the size of that juggernaut of an army. So he concluded that we were its object.
Neither Elijah nor I felt concern as all of them were very wide of our mark.
What we did have concern for was the pinpoint glow of a fire off in the distance. At a point for which we were headed.
It could only be the mysterious group whose camp we have come upon twice now..
We turned in with much to fuel our dreams.