Their loads were heavy. It was no game there in the desert. None would dare lag too far behind for fear they’d happen to soon find themselves deep in sand and hence, deep in trouble. They had traveled through some hostile states and some others where, if luck was in, a kindly citizen or two might feed them and offer a night’s respite in exchange for an exciting tale. They each told these new friends of the sights they had seen which (they said) had seemed to fly to them upon the wings of a dream. They spoke of a love that would soon travel the earth and of the purple of kings and of all this (they said) would begin with the birth of a new baby boy due to be born this very year.
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