I see in a vision a trail along the river in the valley leading beside moutains of the Euphrates, a passage unknown but to a few, a hidden passage where trees are abundant with a rocky and steep fall. The march two beside each other in the one file if not possible. The slip of a stumble, for the rock a must to notice. The crossing is narrow, and small is the safe, under the brush you shall find shelter from the harm. The climb, around you the wind, shall find a brush infront of the cavern.