The sun was dipping low behind the trees when Isaac and Elder Simon finally stopped for the night.
The soft sound of water running nearby filled the quiet space between them. They had traveled all day without speaking much. Now, near a shallow stream, the air felt cooler, and the ground was soft enough to rest on.
Elder Simon tied his horse to a nearby branch. He glanced to the side and raised an eyebrow.
Isaac was already sitting against a tree, arms resting on his knees. His horse stood nearby, untied but calm.
"You're not going to tie him?" Simon asked.
Isaac shook his head. "He won't run."
Simon walked over, brushing some dust off his robe. "It's rare to see an albino horse. I know yours is aged, but it still has strength."
Isaac looked at Gaspar. Yes, he took him from the stable and made it look like he had just escaped from his tether, rather than being stolen in Bulcan's vicinity. The old horse was sipping from the stream, peacefully.
