Waking up in a cold tent, Henry finally understood how the other knights seemed to do it so readily. There was no longer resistance to the cold, only acceptance. It was like the harsh coldness was an unshakeable reality so living to live next to it was the only option.
The only way to keep going forward was to neither like it nor dislike it.
There was nothing to eat for breakfast but everyone had gotten used to the lack of food by that point. It made getting back on the path quick and everyone was anxious to see what was next for them.
Just as the commander said, they were there in less than half a day and were finally able to take some kind of rest and eat from the supplies that were already there. It felt good to finally have an idea of where they were going to be.
They were going through a small forest when they made it upon a tall stone wall that seemed ancient and not connected to anything else.
