Chapter EightLeaving on the tour of the fellowships
The sun was barely rising when John and Benjamin prepared to set out on their journey.
“Saba, Benjamin... have you had enough to eat? You have a long walk ahead of you,” Naomi fussed nervously as they pulled skins of water over their shoulders and nestled them across their chests.
“Naomi, it would be foolish to try to eat more than we need,” John responded.
She looked at her son, and moving closer to kiss him farewell, tucked a few sweet buns into the top of his already bulging bag containing clothing and food. He pulled that bag over his other shoulder. The heavy cloaks they would use to cover themselves while sleeping were rolled up, tied securely, and strapped in place across Benjamin’s shoulders. The only dilemma she could see, wa
