He waited, but the creature lay quiet.
"What want you?" he shouted. "Why do you follow me?"
Silence.
Finally, with a shrug, he turned, started once more on his way.
After a few steps he halted, looked back again.
It has disappeared! The broad expanse held now only boulders, small shrubs. Lifeless, bare, no hint of motion, other than from vagrant breeze.
Was it but a dream, an aberration in vision?
No! It was real. The bushes at the edge of the clearing were moving, disturbed by the passage of . . . He knew not what. He knew, though it had slipped into the brushes, it would return to his trail. Whatever it be, their destinies were intertwined.
But days ago I knew only my Mother, Theresa and her family well. And a few others but only to a small extent. Suddenly I walk and talk with Gods, and Goddesses - yes, and with imps. And I am followed by something, by a being unlike any other. What does it all portend? The thoughts repeated themselves as he view the clearing.
A foreboding crossed his mind.
One of us shall not survive the tasks of Zeus!