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The Release of Lord Engval's Spirit
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S.Y. 311.7 (February
9, 2002) A
ceremony for Lord Engval, former Steward of Skara Brae, was held at
Druid Island. Chancellor Zed conducted the Zed looked at the people assembled. He saw the faces of the young that had in recent years come to know Lord Engval and faces of the old that has spent many, many years with the benefit of Engvals wisdom and friendship. He said: To the winds we commit the spirit of Lord Engval. Zed lit a torch. A slight breeze danced through the flames as the torch came to life. He waved the smoky torch across the pyre. To the
earth we commit the ashes of his body. Zeds eyes twinkled
with the light of the torch as he reached into a small pouch at the
side of his robe and remove a small clump of black dirt. He sprinkled
dirt upon the pyre. To our minds we commit the memory of his life. Zed Touched his head. As each person assembled remembered some personal way Engval had touched their life, Zed remembered many years ago when he searched the city of Wind to find his friend who had disappeared under strange circumstances. To our hearts we commit the peace his spirit has found. Zed touched his heart. With a look of pain and regret Zed lit the funeral pyre and stepped back. As the flame spread the silence of the small island grew. The magic of past rituals, ancient and powerful, could be felt in the wind. Zed quietly watched the flames. The pain of the loss of a friend and role model griped him. Zed looked at down at the ground and tried to remember to breathe. He sighed and then spoke in a forlorn whisper. ámo-lem i om-de jur le in-wís an-nax-áilem korp Zeds oath to find a way to cheat death, spoken in the ancient words of the making of magicka, rose to the winds. |