Mor made mistake after mistake during breakfast and the breaking of camp the next morning. He’d barely slept at all, and when he did, his mind had been bedraggled with horrible dreams of Tara blaming him for her death, asking him why he hadn’t tried to save here when all along he knew she was innocent. Her sorrowful eyes haunted him now, while he was awake and each time he looked up he thought he saw her far off in the distance as though shadowing the troop’s march.
He watched out for her as they headed for Drogheda, but never saw her when he looked. It was only when he was distracted or doing his best to not get left behind by the others, that she entered his peripheral vision. Mor would look then, and see her enter a corpse of trees, or go behind some mound or hillock but never emerging
