In the previous days before, Hugh and his other acolyte companions were excited to go on their pilgrimage through the incredible water scarce desert. But no amount of fore warnings from the higher priests, who had successfully made the journey could truly prepare them for the immense hardship they were headed for.
The idea of the Pilgrimage was to starve the man's soul of all of his worldly needs in order to reach a higher understanding which would bring him closer to god.
The two High priests lead a small team of about a dozen acolytes, all of their bodies being shadowy silhouettes against a sun scorched horizon. None of the naive acolytes really understood what it was like to have their blood boil until now, to have their mouths open agape in desperate attempt to suck any water out from the air was a double edged sword. It was like breathing sand that congested and mummified their lungs, yet they knew that they had to have oxygen to keep going. To simply collapse on the hot sand in some effort to rest was to simply lay in a frying pan filled with simmering, hot oil..
However, during the first week the two high priests found that one of their watering holes had been completely spent, which would mean that they would have to take a different route this time and that also meant possible confrontations with the natives...
They knew about the surrounding inhabitants of the desert and on some occasion tried to make contact with them, but cultural stubbornness got the best of both sides and tension between the civilized faith and the more 'barbaric' faiths have increased dramatically.
Unfortunately, in sneaking into one of their territories meant that they would also be at their mercy. If the lord wishes it, then it will be so.
Hugh had torn the sleeves from his robe so that his arms could basically bake in the sun and turn red, thinking that some how it would help with ventilation and sweat...
Not a chance...
Many of his acolytes had to make the compromise of discarding clothing in order to escape from their own perspiration or keep cloths on to block the sun rays..
As he continued on in a linear line, single file across the sand, he could have sworn he can hear his brain frying.
But this is what it was for.. to nearly kill you in every aspect so that one could just touch the realm of god and come back down again. So with that logic in mind it helped him not to hold any sort of resentment towards his superiors.
However he was a little worried to be going off course in a bit of state of emergency, but he was too hot to really have anxiety over it.