Those faithful wretched ones are waiting over there for me to guide them on toward a spot that will probably be still more desolate.

They could find their way, almost, by the trail of graves we left last spring, but they need my strength and my spirit, and I am going.

I am going, too, for my own salvation.

I would suffer anything for you, but by going I may save us both.

Listen, child; God is going to make a short work on earth.