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Myra frowned, "There has to be another way." She sighed. He seemed resigned that he had to deliver the information. At least now she knew what was being passed on. She could at least warn Ephram.

Behind them a fire was burning in the underbrush where Mark's fireball had hit.

Myra walked Owen backwards. "Go, go and help your family but you can always come back. Ephram can use those who believe in what he is doing."

"What the hell are you thinking? You don't know anything about this...you are letting him go? When did you turn all diplomatic?"

Myra's thoughts whirled. Where was all this coming from? She knew she felt terrible for a man who had seen so much and yet could do so little to stop it. She knew what it was to feel helpless, useless and backed into a corner.

She watched him head off down the road. Once he was out of sight she turned Owen back towards where they had left Rahl, where the fire burned.

The horse's hooves pounded hard as she rushed back. She stopped near Rahl and held out her hand, "Come on, he is gone and we have to do something about these flames."