I hope she knows what she is doing, I say to myself as I watch Louisa go off towards Koumasa. If ever there was an uncertain destiny, it is hers at this very moment. I do not envy the position she is in, nor am I sure she is handling it in the best possible manner. Corwin is not going to know what to think of her running away. If I were him, I'd be furious! I go back to the middle of the camp and sit down against a rock, wondering if there is anything I can say or do to ease the situation. Drawing a knife, I throw it into the ground next to my booted foot in frustration.

The sun peaks over the horizon, illuminating the camp. I feel someone's eyes on me and look up to meet Corwin's glare.