"Good-bye, Papa," Flindra whispered as Leudh finished the job of burying him. "May the Spirit always be with you."
"Eghero is Home," Dakra said quietly as she slipped her arm around Flindra's shoulder and pulled her close. "He is safe and surrounded by peace and love."
"Yes," Flindra agreed. She buried her face against her mother's cloak.
Dakra was a strong woman and could take much pain, but there was now gray mixed with the blond in her hair and her blue eyes were swollen and rimmed with red from her ready tears. Eghero's illness and death had been hard on her and she had aged in the last few weeks. Even so, she put aside her own pain to give support to the family. That’s what mothers do.
She looked over to Leudh to see how he fared. He had gathered his family close and was comforting them. The twins could be miniatures of their father, which reminded Dakra that no matter how sad or hard things became, life continued. She was proud of her son as she watched him spread comfort to his children.
Leudh looked down at his wife. The summer sun had left Brehwan's face tanned, but he knew during the course of the winter her complexion would fade to a beautiful cameo ivory. Leudh loved the way her green eyes would subtly change shades with a shift of her emotions. He looked at her now and smiled at the motherly concern in her eyes as she comforted their sons. He stroked her brown hair tenderly. She leaned against his chest and drew comfort from his nearness.
"I think it is time to go home," Dakra finally announced. "I'm sure Eghero wouldn't want us moping around his grave."
"Let's go home and remember all the happy times we shared with him," Leudh agreed. "He would want us to do that."
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