Glade and Ivory Ch. 20

Glade agreed.

They followed the trail of what were probably just two or three men. The broken twigs, brushed vegetation and the odd bum-shaped indentation on the moss or heather supplemented the track of those footprints that hadn't been brushed over. After an hour's wandering the trail went cold. The men had scrambled over rocks that left no trace and there was no visible plume of smoke from any corner of the horizon to indicate a nearby village.

But there was at least hope.

And as the shaman viewed the deceptively tranquil landscape of the towering waterfall cascading into the gloriously clear lake below, Glade could reassure Ivory with the conviction of experience that there can often be hope and salvation after even the greatest despair.