Upon their arrival at Mirror Lake, the wise men quickly made camp. They had arrived just in the nick of time, for giants were indeed coming into the pass. Balthazar saw them first and ran back to the lake to warn the others. Caspar ordered them all to be very still and not to move a muscle. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and froze. Even Camel cooperated, sitting as still as a statue. The giants looked up at them from the floor of the pass, pointed, and spoke to one another in their giant language. Some were very big giants, but others were only medium sized. After a while they all seemed to lose interest and wandered away.
Melchior: That was a close one! Thanks for the warning, Balthazar.
They were all unbelievably tired after traveling all night, so after eating a bit of breakfast they fell quickly to sleep.
The sun was in the west when Melchior awoke. Balthazar and Camel were still fast asleep, but Caspar was nowhere to be seen. Melchior got up walked through the vase-like formations to get a better view of Mirror Lake. It was then that he saw Caspar sitting right at the edge of the frozen water. As Melchior drew near, Caspar looked up.
Caspar: Good afternoon, Melchior! Did you sleep well?
Melchior: Like a log. What are you doing here?
Caspar: Just… reflecting.
As Melchior walked up to the lake he began reflecting too. It’s as though he couldn’t help it. There was something about the lake that made reflection unavoidable. Maybe it was its perfectly flat, smooth surface. “I have come to this place many times over the years,” Caspar said. “It is a wondrous place. It always gives me a new perspective, helps me to see things I don’t normally see.” While he spoke, he pulled a bit of something out of his beard and smoothed the front of his tunic. The two sat by the lake for some time, speaking little, and appreciating the view.
When the sun began to set, Melchior arose and declared, “We’d better get back to camp and get a fire going.” Caspar nodded his assent and got to his feet as well. As the two entered the camp clearing they saw that that Balthazar was one step ahead of them. He had already built a nice roaring fire and Camel was busy eating from the large pack of grain supplied by the Preschool castle servants. Balthazar noticed something different about his two companions. They were somehow a little less unkempt than they had been previously. After supper, none of them was very tired, so they sat by the fire and spoke about their journey and what was to come. I’ll tell you more about their conversation at another time. It was very late when they finally settled down to sleep and well past sunrise when they awoke. They broke camp mid morning and headed down the eastern slopes of Storage Heights. It was naturally much easier going than their ascent had been, and by early afternoon the narrow confines of Fellowship Pass had given way onto the broad tableland of Fellowship. After several more hours they approached the first mesa. As they looked up they saw the star again and were overcome with joy.
Melchior: That was a close one! Thanks for the warning, Balthazar.
They were all unbelievably tired after traveling all night, so after eating a bit of breakfast they fell quickly to sleep.
The sun was in the west when Melchior awoke. Balthazar and Camel were still fast asleep, but Caspar was nowhere to be seen. Melchior got up walked through the vase-like formations to get a better view of Mirror Lake. It was then that he saw Caspar sitting right at the edge of the frozen water. As Melchior drew near, Caspar looked up.
Caspar: Good afternoon, Melchior! Did you sleep well?
Melchior: Like a log. What are you doing here?
Caspar: Just… reflecting.
As Melchior walked up to the lake he began reflecting too. It’s as though he couldn’t help it. There was something about the lake that made reflection unavoidable. Maybe it was its perfectly flat, smooth surface. “I have come to this place many times over the years,” Caspar said. “It is a wondrous place. It always gives me a new perspective, helps me to see things I don’t normally see.” While he spoke, he pulled a bit of something out of his beard and smoothed the front of his tunic. The two sat by the lake for some time, speaking little, and appreciating the view.
When the sun began to set, Melchior arose and declared, “We’d better get back to camp and get a fire going.” Caspar nodded his assent and got to his feet as well. As the two entered the camp clearing they saw that that Balthazar was one step ahead of them. He had already built a nice roaring fire and Camel was busy eating from the large pack of grain supplied by the Preschool castle servants. Balthazar noticed something different about his two companions. They were somehow a little less unkempt than they had been previously. After supper, none of them was very tired, so they sat by the fire and spoke about their journey and what was to come. I’ll tell you more about their conversation at another time. It was very late when they finally settled down to sleep and well past sunrise when they awoke. They broke camp mid morning and headed down the eastern slopes of Storage Heights. It was naturally much easier going than their ascent had been, and by early afternoon the narrow confines of Fellowship Pass had given way onto the broad tableland of Fellowship. After several more hours they approached the first mesa. As they looked up they saw the star again and were overcome with joy.
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