January – 1027 YD
It was four in the morning. Sevína roused the chamber fire to allay the chill of death.
__‘I fear this drought will not die easily.’ High Priest Arnaud cupped Sevína’s hand as she offered it. ‘Do not mourn me, my dear. I rejoice at crossing the Bridge, and long for my sojourn in the Otherworld.’ He averted his gaze from her anguish. ‘As I dreamt tonight, Miggest came to me. I placed my forehead to the earth before Him and He lowered His great head, touched His muzzle to my cheek, and spoke: Agat sheirbheáil liom go maith.’ You have served me well.
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