Trace squinted in the direction Sapphira pointed, to the direct left of the front gate. Through the trunks, there was a strange sound, almost like metal.
"Do you see him?" Trace whispered, glancing at the woman by his side. She shook her head, but seemed insistent.
The pair moved in that direction, with Trace drawing on his military training to move from tree trunk to tree trunk without being seen. Sapphira tried to mimic his movements behind him, catching on to his hand signals about when to be still and when to move.
Shortly, her suggestion was proven correct.
Trace's face hardened.
Denholm was using his knife as a makeshift spade, digging at the earth around a seedling.
The metal sounds were his blade scraping against the golden tendrils of roots.
Trace saw red.
Running from his hiding place, he tackled Denholm, knocking the knife from his hand and pinning him to the ground.
