<My people are gone. The only thing... your scholars should learn from us... is not to follow... our example.>
Elsa smiled bitterly. <A lesson every generation of scholars has to learn anew, it seems.> She inclined her head. <Thank you, Meskhenet. If I cannot destroy the Book, I will at least work to keep it out of the hands of anyone who would use it. Sometimes, it seems the most good a person can do is just give the world a short respite from evil.>
She closed the box.
Bezahltag, 25th Kaldezeit
Since there were apparently no ghosts in Nath on this fine day, or at least none that were both visible and hostile, Elsa mostly kept an eye on the workers to make sure the Thorns were the only ones gathering the weapons of the fallen. She tried not to think too hard about whether Kleinrabe's original plan, which involved staying out of Nath, would have actually worked. She also tried not to look at the dead's rotting, half-eaten faces.
This is why I want my body burned. There's more dignity in being ashes than vulture food.
She still deeply respected Sieghard for being willing to go to such lengths for his fallen men. Though the living Thorns may hate this task, they would remember henceforth that their commander would do the same thing for them, if they too fell in battle.
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