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Imail separated from Sorosillian, stepping back and seizing the reins on his horse as the beast passed by. Leaping, he swung up into the saddle and pulled the steed to a halt.
"See you all in a couple of days," he murmured, glancing from Sorosillian, to Isabella, to Conner and Louis. The four of them were precious to him. He was glad to leave him there. Nodding once more to his brother, he wheeled his horse around and galloped into the woods after Jacob.

Sorosillian hovered for a moment, watching the brush where his brother had disappeared. Swallowing the tears he could feel budding at the back of his eyes, he turned and walked slowly across to the cart. He pulled himself up to sit alongside Isabella in the back. Sorrel didn't look at her, his eyes fixing on a point on the wagon floor and remaining there. He had to work to keep himself from thinking about what could very well happen if any one thing went wrong on Imail's mission.