Continuing with him in this manner, Si'Wren encouraged him until he
began to drag the shroud containing the lifeless man's body from the
gentle slope of the wide, shallow ravine and up onto level turf. The
shroud vaguely resembled the color and shape of a boat being dragged up
a dried-grass beach from a shadowy blue-white and green sea of morning
glories.
Although the land beyond the ravine was fairly smooth, it grieved her
in no small measure to have to treat the foot soldier's mortal remains
even so disrespectfully as this, but at least the tent flap could
afford some small measure of protection.
Spying a steep upjutting hill of fractured rock nearby, the base of
which consisted of jaggedly strewn loose shale and myriads of angular
rock fragments, she worked her horse like a draft beast and drew the
burden the remaining distance directly to it's base, until it came to
rest within the split of a rock, the split being just wide enough to
admit the shroud, so that it was closely sheltered on both sides by the
rock. There, she untied the tow rope from the saddle and shroud,
although she left the shroud entirely closed up with it's end-ties
intact.
She looked up at the pinnacle of the tall hill, and then down at the
field of broken rock around her.
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