Micael was going to a nearby village. He ordered Pierre and Vésper to accompany him to his whereabouts.
After kissing Joana and Ernest, who embraced his mother, the patriarch and his sons hopped onto the wagon. They waved as the carriage, pushed by a hideous, grey, and frizzy donkey, departed.
As the waggon perambulated the muddy road near the dark green forest, Vésper wondered about the legionnaire.
The moment he approached, her heart began beating fast. Nonetheless, she sank into sadness. She wanted to see him again and tell him she had changed her decision.
"Pa, I have something to say to you.'
" Huh?"
"Do you remember that Altmer?"
He growled, "Uh-oh, I remember none." Their father pulled, with carefulness, the reins of the donkey as the wooden, old waggon passed on a rocky terrain.
As the route ended, they went further down the terraces, sliding between the valleys and fields.
"How come you don't remember him?"
To Vésper, the legate, a striking, tall, greenish-tanned Altmer with long, greyish-white hair, was unforgettable.
How could the patriarch not remember? A mystery that Vésper would never solve.