The boys trekked all the way back to the tent at the valley where the river meets the Red Sea, some 400 kilometers from Jerusalem. This is pretty impressive in itself as, to do it in three days like they suggest (repeatedly), the family would have had to have been going at a fair old clip. Call it 9 hours of walking, they'd have had to have gone over 9 miles an hour. That's more than even the US Navy Seals double-time march - and certainly isn't sustainable over long periods.
But anyway, that's not the point of this chapter (though I should have mentioned it earlier) - the point of this chapter is that Mum is delighted to see her lads "home" safely, having berated her husband for sending their children out on a ridiculous mission and putting them all in danger in the first place.
Dad gives it all "Chill woman. I am a visionary. God sez everything will be cool. Stop being so damn ungrateful - if God hadn't told us to leave, we'd have all perished with the rest when Jerusalem falls." He is even more pleased to find that they have managed to nab the books and so offers a sacrifice and yet more burned offerings. (I'm starting to think that he might just suck at campfire cooking.)
Anyway, this lead Dad to start making prophesies of his own. But they're not written here, besides that God said it would be pretty stupid to chuck the books away now after they've been to so much effort to get hold of them.
So the books were taken with them as they journeyed "towards the land of promise." No mentions about milk and honey though.
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