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Perscors lay in ambush in the woods, secure in the anticipation that a patrol would pass. He had ceased to question the daemonic inwardness that had taken possession of him. A plan seemed unnecessary; when the patrol came, he would know what to do.
A single Marcionite came down the forest trail, armed with a javelin and carrying a leather pouch containing what Perscors assumed were provisions. Whether the rest of the patrol were close behind did not concern him. As the Marcionite passed in front of him, Perscors rose and rushed at the man. A single strangled cry and the unequal struggle ended. Armed with the javelin, Perscors ran back on the path, seeking other victims, but the patrol fled before him, to seek reinforcements. Reluctantly, he turned back and retrieved the pouch, which contained a round, flat loaf of bread and a flask of water. Refreshed, he continued westward through the woods, though troubled now by recollections of his dream of the Kenoma.