The shores of the Mediteranean.....so green and light with warm breezes carressing the foamed caps of the surf.

How many times Palomides had been to these waters....?
But today it all felt so different.
Today it was as if he walked in the ancient steps of another.

Walking in the path of a man of simpler robes and yet higher caling than any King of this Earth.
The distance to Antioch seems almost as nothing...but also, centuries away.
Covered by the spirit of an image that might have been seen by the likes of Saint Peter himself....long ago.

The priests break the camp beside the soldiers and their morning chants for once are heard well above the din of the waking soldiers. A different mood of purpose and faith tempered with respect cusions the air.

Expectation, ......Purpose, ......Hope, ........and Faith.
All moving Noah's Children.....toward the Holy lands!

Even the passing nomads on their camels do not know what to make of these strangers here....