They stood in sombre silence, heads bowed, hands clasped in front of them and, once Merry had spoken the appropriate words, they drifted away. Nati alone remained, tears tumbling down her cheeks.
Ritter hesitated, until Merry laid his hand gently on the bounty-hunter"s shoulder. “Leave her be for a while. She needs to say goodbye.”
In silent agreement, Ritter followed behind the priest and Grace. At the small campfire, he slumped down on the ground, absently watching Grace fetching a few pans from the wagon as she got ready for supper.
“Fever can strike any one of us,” said Merry, sitting down a few feet from Ritter. “Sometimes it comes quick, sometimes slow, but when it does…” He shook his head, picked up a small stick of wood and threw it into the flames. “When it does, the result is
