The pilgrims walked and worked among the stones in the ejection field. They cleared a wide field. They carried away the black stones and piled others for future construction of the shrine.
Genet sketched the scene from a rise nearby from which Ephrim observed. Occasionally a pilgrim would come to him for direction. Always before the pilgrim left they would kiss Ephrim’s hand and bless him.
Miles away the Ring loomed. Genet caught Ephrim stealing glances at it, his eyes full of awe and anticipation.
“God is coming, Genet.”
“I feel it too.”
Ephrim kissed Genet’s forehead and Genet ached.