Upon rising this morning a melody filled my heart and soon a song of praise to the One was on my lips. It was a brand new song, one I had never heard before.
Elijah was greatly cheered by it. He said it portended awesome things for the day ahead. We both took eagerly to the road again.
Our mood changed when we passed a temple built beside the way just outside the third village. Slaughtered bodies lay all around its premises. Like the others we’d seen, it had been plundered, emptied out of valuables. Unlike the others, the attendees had resisted. And paid for resisting.
And likely as a consequence when we entered the third village it was deserted.