Fifty Sarmatian boys and one girl leant on the side of the ship and watched as their home slowly and painfully faded out of view.
No one said a word. They all felt the same way.
Each and every child there wanted dearly to be back home, in Sarmatia but they knew it couldn't be.
Memories flooded through their minds and many tears were shed. Even the strong and manly Dagonet wept just a little. But it was only one or two tears falling from his eyes, no words or sounds
Tristan stood staring plainly at the land. He showed no emotion yet he did feel sad and torn up inside.
Percival was trying to act as though he was taking it well, but really Tristan knew he was trying to make himself out to be great when Tristan was well aware that when Percival was alone he would sob for his mother.
Bors held back the flooding tears and took it like a man although his face showed a hint of grief. Finally he sighed and allowed a miserable look to flow out onto his face.
Gareth and Gawain had their hearts set on impressing their father when they returned. They thought it their duty to make a good name for their family, even on another island.
Bedivere had one arm wrapped around Keighley where she had both hers wrapped around him. He wasn't sure if they would return. It was not likely that Keighley would if she found a husband. But would he return himself, without her?
Lancelot merely stood there, his face looking more sombre than ever. His heart reached out for Layla and Trish and his parents. But he knew that it was unlikely he would ever see his father again. His father was old and worn from his own battles and was sure to go in about five more years.
Argus watched as the boys said farewell to their home in their own ways and the first hint of pity for them crept silently inside of him.
His eyes wandered from boy to boy and he wondered which ones would make.
His doubts that hardly any of them would make it to the very end were very strong and he left them all to their grief and sorrow to say goodbye to their home.