Chapter three
A burial is completedDelia and Tandu stood, heads bowed, looking down at the wreckage of the airboat and the strewn bones. Dalki stood in a respectful way; but his eyes did not stare downward. His right hand rested comfortably on his belt beside the feathered shafts in their plain quiver, and his left hand, held down, grasped a bow. He looked up.
Presently, her private commendation to Opaz for the ibs of her friends completed, Delia said: “It is sad. But we will give them a proper burial. They will surely reach the sunny uplands beyond the Ice Floes of Sicce.”
“Without doubt,” said Tandu.
Scraping a grave was simple enough. It would blow streaming sand, later on, no doubt, and the graves might be stripped for the bones to lie bare and bleached under the radiance of the su
