Yet it was a pain with the fragrance of life, though the lofty blend of death and blood was in its odor.  estava ProD wast overcome with the romance of the membrance of the instrument of the Great Prophet's death.  No nearer could he be than whence he came that day.  The Skull Mountain lay before him and upon the hard road of the instrument he didst walk.  No other than the authority of the High Master was upon him as he trod the way.

The days were short and the nights shorter.  In these days, he came to know a new peace and a higher challenge.  The Way of the Prophet was clearer than the mountain stream, and the direction was ever straighter.  And estava ProD bade his spirit to follow ever more closely though the way be harder than previously considered.

The land of the Prophet didst weigh heavily upon estava Prod's spirit and soul.  The desire to return to this strange and wonderful land pushed upon his heart.  He vowed to return someday and to bring other pilgrims of the Way to this place.  Whether this be the High Master's plan, he was not sure.  But he chose to accept the challenge if that be the path of the Master's choosing.  Thus, he sought the Great Prophet's will in this matter for many days.