We ride the following morning. Piccolo sent Nail when we woke to retrieve our lost horses, and he returned with one of them; the other was lost. It will have to do. Faustos and I ride the found horse with Goten in my arms as before, while Gohan joins Piccolo on his horse. Nail rides ahead of us to scout for any signs of guards before we might be spotted. We have to listen carefully as we ride, because every once in a while we can hear a scuffle of the leaves occurring and need to linger behind warily until Nail gives the signal for us to proceed. It is a grueling and daunting ride, and I am actually looking forward to working as a servant by the time we stop for lunch.
Piccolo laughs as we gather around a fire, roasting freshly killed rabbits brought by Nail. I glare angrily at Piccolo wh
