The commander of the rider squad stopped his horse, removed his helmet and stroked his thin, sweaty hair.
‘End of road’ he announced, looking at the bard‘s inquiring look.
‘Heh? How is that?’ wondered Dandelion. ‘Why?’
‘We don‘t go further. Look, down there is the stream, that is the Ribbon. Our task was to escort you only to the Ribbon. That means its time to bid farewell.’
The rest of the squad stopped behind them, but none of the riders dismounted.. All of them were looking worriedly at all directions. Dandelion stood up in his stirrups and put his hand over his eyes.
‘Where do you see a river?’
‘I told you, that it is down there. Go down, you will see it immediately.’
‘Escort me to the shore at least,’ insisted Dandelion, ‘To the nearest ford...’
‘You will find you ford
