A few days later, Bra-Neche was surprised when his father told him to pack.  His Uncle Bra-Doon expected him to join his troops along the northern boarder.  The supply train would be leaving well before the sun rose and Bra-Neche was to travel with them.  Bra-Neche reasoned it was a natural progression for him.  Bra-Neche reluctantly took it all in stride, reasoning that at least now he would not cause his family any more shame.  The next morning, Bra-Neche rode out and did not look back.  His heart no longer saw his father’s house as home, that honor was centered on a school far to the west.

Travel was slow and tedious.  The wagons broke wheels and axels far to regularly for Bra-Neche’s liking.  The scenery wasn’t even interesting, mostly flat with the shadows of mountains far to the north and east.  They traveled long into the night and woke well before the birds, yet it seemed they made little progress; except the shadows loomed larger on the horizon.