We are close now. There lie the dreaded mountains, the shadow of the last attempt still clouds my mind. I hope I wont hold up the rest once we enter the snow, my leg still is not what it should be. The horse ride with this company was pleasant, though I know I am not the most cheery member so far. Wulfreda... she is leading this company with ease and succeeds at it, without any of my help. I know, I am very proud of her as I should. She shines bright in her efforts, but at the same time, it strengthens the darkness that lie over my previous efforts. Am I simply jealous? I don't know. But these thoughts made me sour, especially that night when she gave me orders not to leave camp without saying anything. The moment she snapped at me, set off a buried anger. My awful temper can result in some vicious behavior, which I still regret.
The thunder of the waterfall resembled the fury that raged between us that night. A fury that could only destroy, until the moment she rubbed her hand over her belly. Our faces cleared as the sunshine after rainfall. I witnessed the fury turn into such overwhelming feeling of joy in a matter of seconds. Bema bless our child!
