I started to sing loudly. "Forward, forward, forward — Charge —"
I went the rest of the way without incident, naturally. It was nearly dawn by the time I approached the village. The sky was clear and black, with only a hint of red glowing in the east. It was very peaceful scene, overall, with the roosters crowing in the village. Looking back the way I'd come, the crops were just crops and the road was just a road. I thought of how frightened I'd been on the road and felt like a complete fool.