All the night long, Christ never slept well. The rustling of leaves could always be heard in his sleep. Of course, he woke up and immediately went on alert.
Sometimes, Christ would come down from the tree to make sure the campfire stayed lit by putting more branches in the hole he had made in the ground. Then, Christ would grab one of the big, thick branches and wrap it in cloth to form a conventional torch, to accompany him on his rounds, taking stock of the surroundings, checking the situation, as well as returning to collect the branches he needed, if only briefly.
That night, he felt that the night was much longer than it had been. It was even colder when he was standing by the campfire.
Christ lay down on a nearby fallen tree trunk that was within reach of the flickering light of t
