In a small tree grove, David slumped in the dark among the tree branches. The needles that pricked his body pulled him out from the depths of his dreams. When he opened his eyes, there were sweet-smelling branches woven over his face. Sunlight was filtering in through the gaps. He looked at her, not knowing where she was. Most of the branches fell as he stood up in surprise, but some casually hung from his shoulders or even his head, making it look like a tree. The memories came back quickly. Abigial had lost him in the fog. Out of breath, he frantically emerged among the piles of tree branches. Holding his breath, he looked around carefully. Nothing moved. The morning was cold and still. He took a deep, calming breath. The small evergreen woods that surrounded him were the first refuge he had found last night. It was sparse enough to offer little protection from the eyes that followed him when he stood up. He ripped branches off him head and shoulders, pushing the rest of her thorny

Yelis was shaken and opened his eyes. A dark, pale light faded slightly. He didn't move anything except his eyes, barely breathing. A coarse woolen blanket covered him up to his shoulders, and his head was in his arms. He could feel the smooth wooden planks under his hands. The deck gnashed like the teeth of a monster that wanted to eat him. He took a long breath. The wind was blowing strong, inflating the sails of the raft like a balloon. The raft was moving silently through the dark waters. “There is no rock to be afraid of, there are many shallow areas where the raft can land,” said the captain. However, they did not approach the shore for days, neither during the day nor at night. Sometimes the wind blew from the opposite direction. They traveled for two days, bouncing with every jolt of the raft. At the end of the second day, the impact of the attack on the ruined city and forest began to wane. The captain spoke to them about the dangers of stepping on land in the dark and of run

Abigial's horse walked calmly under the weak sun. Uras and Mextumsila were riding right in front of him. He had had little real conversation with her since the next morning, when he found Mextumsila and Uras on the banks of his river. Of course it was talked about, but as far as Abigila saw, it was nothing major. She did not trust Mextumsila and wanted to find David and Yelis, certain that they were alive. Otherwise, Mextumsila wouldn't still be looking for them. She had to keep good relations with Mextumsila unless she had to. The cursed woman said nothing to her! Finding them hadn't even opened his mouth to her people."As I told you," Mextumsila replied, not bothering to turn to look at her, "I would have known if we had gotten closer to them." Abigial had repeatedly asked her if there was a sign. Mextumsila also felt Abigial's gaze on her back. "Will you really know when you get close to them?"“I can know”“What if Yelis is already dead”“I know you are not dead, Girl, Erendiz a