Chapter seven
Of letters and rembereesFroshak the Shine was buried with all respect and reverence in the Forest of the Departed. Unmok lavished his hoarded gold to buy and furnish a tomb that, as he said, was not good enough for his friend. The gold should have been spent on Froshak when he was alive; now that it was too late for that, Unmok would embellish the Fristle’s tomb in sumptuous fashion and give his ib surcease in the long journey to his Fristle paradise.
Leaving Unmok for the next few days was quite out of the question. He had shrunk. He looked a small pale ghost of the shrewd, businesslike Unmok I had known.
We went to see Avec Parlin together and Unmok took no joy from the money he received for the safe return of Ungarvitch the Whip’s caravan. The animals were sold off in t
