Prince Avner and Chay traveled by foot. They freed the horses. They buried their important things beside the crooked tree, where they spent the night on its branches.
"Do you think we can find this tree again?" Prince Avner asked as he stared the tree.
"Yes. You see that arm-like branch? It will thicken but would remain crooked."
"Okay. That's your mark. Ready?"
Chay nodded. He looked like a child beside the prince. They looked like father and son with their attires of identical brown hooded jackets.
They were walking for several miles when they saw a cart being pulled by a cow. The animal was busy munching grass while walking sedately.
"May we hitch a ride, sir?" Prince Avner asked reverently.
"Oh! I didn't see you! Of course, of course!" The old man with a wide hat scooted to giv
