The Shunam crouched inside the mouth of a fissure and watched two climbers scramble up the rock face to his right. A man and a woman. The Shuman’s body shivered with glee. This woman was the One he had been waiting for. Her yellow hair, tied into a knot, and her pale face, smattered with small brownish marks, were identical to the picture, its detail and form beyond the ability of any Shunam, that had appeared on the wall of the sacred Mindron Temple.