On they went, singing 'Eternal Memory', and whenever they stopped, the sound of their feet, the horses and the gusts of wind seemed to carry on their singing. She stood apart at the graveside, burned black with mourning, tacit loss hanging wearily from her shoulders. She was too numb to move, to raise a hand and wipe away the tears pooling along the delicate lines of her jaw.
To contemplate life without him seemed almost a sacrilege, his body turning to cold bone and dust underground while hers aged without him. Alone. No truth was worth this, no crusade.
She stood with her thoughts. A figure alone at the graveside and on they went, singing 'Eternal Memory'. The sound of their feet, the horses, the gusts of wind seeming to carry on their singing.