It wasn't fear that that he felt, but a lightness of being; a terminus. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous. He was still in bondage as the elders had been in bondage before him. He had traveled far and now wanted nothing more than to lay down his body and rest. But he knew that would come later, much later. There was the river yet to cross and the fields beyond that to cross, but only at night. These were the days of shadow and these were the nights of frost.

Stumble It!