He cradled the body of Loya Scrihath in his arms and sang, “Frost comes now to bite deep into the flesh that held against the wind. Its fingers burn and make fall the last petals that echo the now faded summer. It holds the land in its icy thrall betwixt night and the day and only the kiss of the sun shall make it let go. As you have let go sister of the earth so shall we and let our voices travel with you to a better place.”

Of all the things strange seen by them now was that Ibbero began to cry. Tears welled in his ancient eyes and rolling down his sorrowed face fell onto Loya Scrihath. He pressed his brow upon hers and drew her close. To those that watched there seemed a radiance about them both. Ibbero held her tight to him for some time before placing her gently on the floor. Looking at the guards he ordered, “Take her with reverence to a place of beauty and see no one visits her yet. So much time did this great lady give you; now give it back while her soul travels into a new story.”

The guards took the body away and shaken Ibbero turned to the others and said, “This is evil magic my friends; much darker than I could have foreseen."