“What do you mean?” asked Melchior.
“Well, we keep traveling, but get no nearer our destination.”
“Oh, well, that’s just a trick. That star is so far away, it will never actually appear nearer.”
“Then how will we know when we are close?”
“Perhaps we will hear the child’s cries,” suggested Gaspar.
“I hope we hear him soon,” whined Balthasar, shrugging his shoulders to relieve tired muscles. “You two have only the incense to carry, but I’ve got the gold, and it’s heavy.”