Ever northward he trekked. He did not know why, only that his feet were guided by Zeus. His quest was to the far north.
Game were plentiful, and he ate well. At times he partook of venison, at times of fish from the streams. Rarely, he ate not.
After one repast he knelt by a quiet brook, washing his face and hands.
In the water he saw a visage not his own!
He turned quickly, rose to his feet.
The unseen companion had faded into the undergrowth.
"Come out and face me, coward! Do not skulk and hide, recreant!"
Perhaps a tree branch moved, perhaps a footfall was heard.
Then, nothing.
His eyes widened, as he thought to himself, I must be on my guard. Whatever it is, it becomes bolder with each passing day.