The wailing could be heard for a long, long time. Sanja’s voice wavered and broke many times, but she did not stop until the Song of Returning had passed. The Hand would not have this one. Taking the offered cloth from Gangix, she carefully wrapped him, taking care to remove all possessions of life, and with difficulty, lifted Nurumu into her arms. They were far from the Place, but that did not matter. All dawn and dusk, she walked, and during the blistering day and freezing night, the pack lovingly enclosed the tent around them. For 5 dawns, they travelled, and at last, her body trembling with exhaustion, she walked alone into the Place, bearing her Love. Here, she sung again, though her voice was hoarse from lack of water, and in the light of the dying sun, she saw the Hestra take wing.