Justin tried not to look at the faces as the earth showered over them. They had already been dead for hours, he knew, but there was a terrible finality about covering them with dirt.
The last corpse was the man Ahlund had killed with fire. With a final scoop of dirt, the half-missing face was covered, but Justin knew the image would never again be far from his thoughts. He pounded the blunt end of his shovel against the mound, and finally, his work complete, let out a long sigh.
Zechariah approached. The princess was off with the animals, bandaging the spot where Justin's steed had been cut during battle. Ahlund sat sharpening his sword by the fire, where a pot bubbled.
"Have you noticed the change in temperature?" asked Zechariah.
Justin looked up at the gray clouds. "Colder," he said
