Though we could see our way by the light of the stars, our progress was slow. By a great measure our pace improved with the rising of the moon.
It was otherworldly to watch my companions’ shadows ascending and descending the contours of the land as I followed in their wake. Our silhouettes only recognizable half the time.
We were all still energetic with the coming of day, so we pressed on. Only stopping when the heat drained our resolve.
The Captain did well, so we no longer harbor apprehensions about his ability to keep up. And I marvel at Elijah’s constitution. I do believe he could easily outdistance us all.
Turned in without a morsel, but not really fasting.