Summary: From the dead to the living, a gift...
The Khan's men wouldn't stay, even for the bodies. "They're traitors," their captain said. "Do as you will with your own."
So the day rang with shovels, and as Celbaran and his fellows turned the last little earth, evening, spreading like a bruise, brought visitation.
"Cel," Gilion murmured, nodding toward the barrow door – toward the woman, with her children and husband.
Dusty with death, they descended, and clinging wide-eyed to each other, passed among the silent gravemen. Celbaran held his breath. But none opposed them: they forded the river, and disappeared.
For love and honor. Celbaran sat down and wept.