Someone Else's Kingdom, BOOK II - Scene LXXXVI
"You must come," begged Liofia loudly, as the ship left Brynnyfirdia. Trading the dark green island for the dark grey sea. Julen shouted repeated words to the same effect. Whereas Goola just looked out at Box, with sad, stoic eyes; teary in their stillness. Deep down all three had believed that, when push came to shove, Box would follow them and leave too, but no. Looking, and feeling like the little harbour fool, she stood there and watched them off. Her quiver at her back, and her sword at her waist. The rain making her look like a dour vagabond, lost and destitute. She watched the ship disappear, the last of the five to make the exodus, then trampled off to join the forces heading east. The King of Tunid, the glowing Prince Estorie, weary Colm, and countless other Brynnyfirdian men and women. All to defend their little island. She thought of the half-tails, beset, and no doubt vanquished, by the terrible forces of the mainland kings, and finally she thought of Taxilian and...