So is the road to hell, the steps are just shallower, wider and go the other way. So, when the walking’s easy, don’t believe the road signs. From the parable of the highland pot-mender, The Gospel according to St. Gopal. The radio-unit had survived. It had been in one of the packs that had been snatched in haste. The decision that they must go through with the plan to go to the source of the radio-signals, or at least follow the next valley up to a possible water-supply seemed inevitable now. The few remains of the ship had vanished beneath the sand during the tremor, and there seemed little to be gained by remaining here. The rough packs were divided up, and they began to walk parallel to the ridge. Although nobody said it, nobody was keen to walk too close to it. After nearly two hours of plodding, the ridge simply grew higher and steeper, and walking in the endless soft sand just grew more exhausting, Shari realized that the searing heat and walking on the sand would kill them all just as certainly as a rock-fall.
