Chapter Sixteen
A young boy lays a’sleeping
Tears splatter as the lass is a’weeping
A young warrior’s memory she is a’keeping
Alone, for her brother, she will go a’seeking
But he will go unfound since he is a’sleeping
— Sleeping; Author Unknown
Flath gently lay Tim’s body down on the cool stones. His breath came heavy as tears streaked his face soiled by battle. A boy, just burgeoning into manhood, now cut off, never to realize boyhood dreams nor experience life as a man.
Flath could hear the others come into the room. However, he did not acknowledge them. Lost in pain so deep that it dulled his senses, he was not aware of the noise right away. Like the tickling whispers of a feather, he slowly became aware of a fluttering sound. It steadily grew louder as he tried to make sense of
