[the earliest days.]
Human vocabulary so rarely brushes within miles of describing the world they inhabit. Doubly so right now, when the whole of language isn't much more than a handful of names.
There is nothing yet like battlefield, or war, or death.
There is no human word for pain.
And yet they expect him to lead; he is one of the four (now three) whom his Father entrusts with the highest of all duties, and so of course it must fall to him to sound the call to fight. He did not say yes. He supposes that he has come to see anyway because his Father assumed that yes was a given.
The field -- as much as it can be called such -- is silent and abandoned for now, strewn with the remnants of Gabriel's family.
It is only the second battle.
There is nothing yet like battlefield, or war, or death.
There is no human word for pain.
And yet they expect him to lead; he is one of the four (now three) whom his Father entrusts with the highest of all duties, and so of course it must fall to him to sound the call to fight. He did not say yes. He supposes that he has come to see anyway because his Father assumed that yes was a given.
The field -- as much as it can be called such -- is silent and abandoned for now, strewn with the remnants of Gabriel's family.
It is only the second battle.