It was Rose who led Storm off the gangplank the next morning and placed his rope into Lyris’s hands. The girl patted the horse, kissed his nose and bid the Prince and the Myst Student a farewell. Saying goodbye to Kit had been harder, the young man seemed to vanish below the deck. They’d eventually found him in the kitchen, hands stuffed into his pockets and uncharacteristically quiet. Arn had been able to make more promises, that Kit should contact him if the caravan should travel to Milany, but the youth was confident that the wagons would be heading sound again, or perhaps east. Rafai had appeared in the doorway and made his own farewell by clasping first Lyris’s and then Arn’s hands. The older man seemed more hopeful that their paths would cross again. Lyris was unable to make many ass
