The man, and others, watched him with open suspicion from the shattered windows of the house. By the sound of their laughing and screaming, they"d raided the cellar for his family"s stocks of greenwine. No one came to help him in his labours, but no one tried to stop him. Malleus was glad of that, at least.
When he was done, he mouthed the words of Omn"s rites over the four mounds of earth, not daring to speak out loud for fear of being heard. Then he placed the spade he"d used back into its proper place, in a wooden shed that his father had once built, and turned to walk away, back down the dusty lane. It was late, growing dark, and he was weary to the bone from his digging. But he wouldn"t stay.
“Where are you going?” The man called after him, his arm around a woman, a bottle of gree
