Phalon kicked out his feet as if he was at the head of an army of several thousand. Glancing back, I ascertained that the host at my back hadn't obtained that status yet, but there were several hundred riders now.
My friends wore the hugest of grins and I shook my head as Thanuel shouted out, "It's great to be leaving sire!"
Turning forward once more in the saddle I heard Susori's voice speak but now dimly discernible over the roar of hooves, "You may be but a bastard by way of origin, but now El Elyon has made you a king over men."
I shouted back to her, "What is a king without a kingdom?"
She leaned toward me and said, "What need is there of a physical realm to call your own when the Kingdom of Shamayim is so close at hand?"
I gazed at her in astonishment.
She simply smiled and said, "I've been listening to you my love. You speak often of the Kingdom to come. Thank you for showing me the way there!"
I reached my hand out to hers and gripped hers tightly when it slipped into mine. El Elyon had not only given me an army with which to do His bidding, but also the comforting passion of having my soul equally yoked with a woman whose growing faith rivaled my own.
The Eastern gate creaked open before we reached it and we streamed through it, out from the city into the open plains, as if eager to leave the city behind and embrace what the future held.