“The morning after we camped in the meadow,” I said. “I stood with you at the wayside and asked you to return to Wyndrift. I did not want to let you go. I did not want us to separate, but you were the only one I trusted to aid my brother. One moment, you were there before me. The next, the wind had carried you away. And I missed you as if a part of me had been torn. I would have done anything to follow
