My brothers lingered for a while at the place where we parted ways, in worry and confusion over my fate. One by one they returned with herbs of healing and knowledge of the surroundings, with stories and vittles. They found Cernaindo in worse state and delayed their departure in worry for both of us: for where was I who was supposed to be watching over the rest of my wounded brother? Where did I disappear with no word and no trace? They doubted me not though they should have, for I betrayed my duty and my brethren, following a spell sweeter than the sweetest song.
When Cernaindo was again well enough to answer them he had no answer to give and that hope for light shattered. Then most of them wished to leave, for they could not wait endlessly for a return that might never come. My brother's heart was torn. He was to either renounce hope of me or betray oath and kin. His heart bled. His leadership faltered a first time and the strength of his will faded.
Then Cernaindo rose to his feet and asked to be heard :
'It's because of me that we delayed so much already and it is because of remaining by my side that Tyelalalmë is gone. I feel guilty for this and, if I leave now, this guilt will haunt me for the rest of my days. Carnilórë as well has not the heart to leave his brother behind without at least knowing what fate fell upon him. But ahead of us is the road of return where speed and secrecy value more than strength of swords: leave me and him behind to search for our lost brother and hurry with our answer to our Lord and have our task completed. We shall return to you before we march for war against the dark enemy.'
And it was decided like he spoke. They two with their weapons remained behind and the rest left, leaving no trace, like morning mist over boundless plains, towards the endless sea.
