The gash was not that deep but it was long and bloody. Mira was satisfied that it would heal well. He walked for several miles, Mira in the lead, and his limp was severe. He clenched his teeth and moved well until afternoon when the pain brought sweat to his face. He had lost track of where they were and he did not know what time of day it was. Serada looked up at the sun but couldn't determine where it was and as he looked for it he continued in his path and the sun swirled around him and it was behind him and then in front of him and then he felt the ground come up fast and the pain streaked to the back of his eyes and the wound reopened. Mira tried the whiskey again but Serada nearly passed out. When Gareth and the majority of the rebels fled to the river they drew most of the soldiers with them and Mira and Serada had the opportunity to escape, but not without some difficulty. The initial rush of soldiers hurried toward Gareth. Mira and Serada tried to run in the opposite direction but not all the soldiers had given chase to Gareth.
