The road back to the river is a small track of fifteen inches pathway carved out of the marshy soil of the green meadows by footpaths, donkey trots, horse hoofs, and other grazers.
The Duchess and Omiji walk the track back to the river hand-in-hand.
Omiji’s rifle is slung to his back.
Viggo and Duchess Ana in his arms, walk right up ahead the track about a few yards away from Omiji and Zea.
The moon shines dim but Zea peers at Omiji’s face by this pale moonlight.
"What,” Omiji retorts seeing how the Duchess stares at him.
“Why do you look that way?"
Omiji reluctantly retorts.
"I said I missed you," Zea says, she still keeps the bland look.
“And where did you go after that night?"
The Duchess asks, she doesn’t take her gaze off his face.
"I was redeployed to the army camp the ne
