Flath turned to Jon and Bleen and waved them on. “Go ahead! We are going to take the child back to her parents.”
“Do you wish us to wait?” Jon called out.
“Nay. We will be along as soon as we can.” Flath answered, then Jon waved and slapped the reins across broad rumps sending the horses on down the path again. “Well, let us find this young lady her parents,” he said.
“Do ye wish ta ride the horsy wi’ Teo?” The burly, red-haired man asked in a playful voice as he carefully sat the small girl up onto the back of his horse. She laughed, tears forgotten, as they rode off into the trees in the direction of where she had come.
“What is your name, lass?”
“Caroline,” she happily sang.
“’Tisn’t that yer mother’s name, lad?” Teo looked over at Flath.
“Aye,” he said, curtly, and coaxed his ho
