Death.
It is an abstract thing, really, especially when you are always on the other side of it. Watching as the other party bleeds out in a duel or a battle or an execution. One tends to wonder where all these souls wander off to. Is there a life after death? Have the gods created a merciful world for those who suffered dearly when they lived? What about those who were good? Those who were kind and generous? Did they receive a reward for their noble actions on earth? Or are they doomed to exist in eternal darkness?
When the Captain’s son died, he had spent a lot of time gnawing over what takes place after death. He sought out palm readers and “seers” to give himself consolation that his son, his beloved son, had found peace. Jamie had been nothing but good. He visited old widows and kep
