They traveled north one day, due west the next, and northwest on a third, one always taking the lead from the other as they set out with the sunrise, so that, though they seemed content with their progress, their way resembled more the path of lost and superstitious rovers, the two wandering upward against escarpments and around valleys, looking not as though they followed the wildness of the terrain but as though a die were cast each night before they went to sleep and it was chance that shaped the direction in which they would set out come dawn.
