Old King Math had been saddened and discouraged over the last few months to know the
amount of blood spilled within a land where he had sought peace. Now here he was, one of
many who had gathered at Cair Dathyl, and had just noticed the young man that he had heard
so much about from his nephew. Math tried to probe his memory for the name, but it eluded
him. All his aching brain could remember was the title "assistant pig-keeper." The pig keeper,
his name was just out of Math's reach, approached, and Math could now tell that he wore a
look of pity. Pity for an immensely burdened king, burdened to the point of being completely
prepared for death. Here was someone who was not afraid to see what he himself knew, to
carry Math's mind back to a time of peace and happiness where neither he nor anyone else
would have to be burdened. For the pig-keeper and his nephew, as well as for himself, he was
not afraid to face death in order to be free.