Otter Creek among the chestnut trees of Mamre

he bid her to follow. there was a piece of hosannah that doubted him - either the mortal man, or the god she bore witness to, working through him - and for a moment there was indecision. a lack of trust. but when he had pulled far enough from her side, she felt his absence clearly, and rose to her feet. her legs shook as she stood there, trembled with each step, but she would not succumb to the poison in her blood; she would not let this injury be the end of her. hosannah was wordless now, using all of her concentration to keep her feet moving, hardly straying from the path the man made before her.