The river had widened, and this spot was only about a hundred meters from the riverbank. Most of these wooden sheds had now collapsed, though half of one still stood, barely holding together.
Eusebius huddled under the wooden shed, idly picking lice off himself and grumbling about his tedious task. The post-rain sunshine was pleasant, yet his current assignment was a grueling one.
A few days ago, a "Prophet" had reportedly emerged from a small fort, and the masters in the main city took it very seriously. They had assigned him to keep watch here every day. If he saw the Prophet, he was to race back immediately to report so the city could prepare a welcome.
