Gabriel took the path through the forest. It was narrow and sometimes boggy ground blocked the way. The path veered off through the clinging undergrowth but someone or some people had been before him. He was not alone.

Would this person know the truth? Would he lead him down treacherous paths? Could he trust him? But this at least was a path. The trees were shady. But was it all an illusion: the woodland plants and herbs, the cool water – for he pondered on today’s words:

I know the ones I have chosen… someone who shares my table rebels against me.

Gabriel was tired now and he sat down to eat his sandwich.