Firefly Glen ceremonial

Was he in the darkness?

Just as he had not expected a dog, he had not expected the question, either. If he closed his eyes again - which he didn't this time - Augustine was certain he would be able to convince himself he was back in those long and winding tunnels, where sunlight broke through cracks in the mountainside, where he had often walked to pray through an identical question.

Had he found a like believer in this man?

Augustine was slow to believe it. He had heard that the wolves of these parts served many gods, and that he must be on guard, lest he find himself thrown by some false word and lose himself along the way. The thought made his stomach tingle - yet he could not pretend there wasn't some feeling of commonality with the man who had found him.

"No. I am not," he answered, still soft, but this time, certain, "even through the valley of death, the Good Shepherd leads me," and he knew this man would know the One he spoke of, if he, too, was one like him.