One of the villagers enters, and whispers some words into Hulfe's ear.
Hulfe, the holy man of the village, acknowledges him, and stands to
address the group.

"It is time", he says, "For us to bid a final farewell to your comrade
Jaldaric". He leads the company outside, to a place where a grave has
been dug.

"This is the Field of Fallen Heroes", Hulfe says, "As is the custom of
our people, I shall ask everyone present to say a few words to
remember him by, and to say what Jaldaric meant to your lives".

Jaldaric's body, wrapped in a shroud, already lies in the grave. The
face is exposed, and Jaldaric looks at peace in death.

Hulfe stands before the grave, and bows his head. "Jaldaric, I never
had the opportunity to know you in life, for we met but briefly.  But
everything men say of you speaks of a man of honour; a man who loved
life, yet was willing to lay down his own life so that his fellows
might live.  Let your life and deeds be remembered in tales such as
those that you delighted in telling".

Jathren takes a step forwards, and looks into the face of Jaldaric for
the last time.

"Friend Jaldaric", he says, "I am truly sorry. It was I who was
responsible for sending you to your death. May it not be in vain". He
pauses, as if unsure as to what to say next. "You were a valiant
hero".

Hulfe looks to the others, inviting whoever is ready to speak next.

The setting sun breaks through the cloud, and bathes the whole scene
in golden evening light.
--
Tim Hall
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