Chapter Eighteen
They buried Ozment in the corner of a field next to a deserted farm track about kilometer off the freeway.
Erielle managed to hobble from the truck to the burial spot on her crutches. She sank down to the ground next to the freshly filled-in grave and bent her head as if in silent prayer.
Jas wondered if she was commending Ozment’s spirit to Earth Mother. She didn’t really understand the beliefs of the underworlders. They seemed to be a very personal thing and something that had changed from the older to the younger generation.
“Jas, do you want to say anything?” Sayen asked.
She shook her head. “I’m no good at that stuff.”
“I can recite the funeral rights they say on Dawn,” said Makey. “I remember them.”
“Okay,” said Erielle. “I think he might have liked that.”
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