So Dominus had said, and Beam had taken the words very much to heart, especially given the context in which they were delivered in. There could be no weightier topic for him than the loss of that which was important.
Beam's training began anew under such foundations. He swam in that cold mountain river in the mornings, meditating in search of new ideas. Then, before the day began, he would carry out his responsibility that Dominus had saddled him with – the responsibility of protecting the village.
He raced through the mountains on this day to carry out that responsibility. It had been two days since the army made their camp, their tents a short distance away from the forest, so that they could keep an eye on it, but also so they wouldn't be too vulnerable to ambushes.
