"Saddled," Niah immediately replied. With a small grunt she lifted her youngest sibling up into a carriage and helped her settle into a seat. Penny was a small dark-haired girl, the spitting image of Niah when she was that age, and currently sobbing her eyes out. "But what about Tobo?" she was asking in a tremulous voice.<br/><br/>"He'll be fine," Niah replied distractedly, already turning away to help load the sack of food into the same carriage by her sister's feet. "He's a smart cat, he'll find a place to hide."<br/><br/>That didn't seem to set the child at ease, but she had no time to comfort her any more. Most of her large family were ready to leave. She jogged over and instructed all the drivers to take them directly to the dockyard. One already set off with his precious cargo. She couldn't be sure, but the horses seemed skittish as if they were also sensing the danger. "I'll follow behind," she said to her mother as she also settled into a carriage next to Bianca. Prudence had all but ignored Brom.<br/><br/>Niah glanced back towards town and the small rise behind it. Just beyond that beautiful, green, seemingly peaceful field of grass was the Enemy. Pain was starting to accompany the noise they made, like a drum beating against the inside of her skull. "Nobody will follow you, I'll see to it," she assured her mother.<br/><br/>The elder Holden didn't argue. The needs of many were more important than one. She slammed the door of the carriage closed and they took off down the road into town.