“Then, slowly, but with fierce determination, he picked up Orani’s body again and walked downhill, toward the forest and the mist. Barinda did nothing to stop him now, she was too hurt and couldn’t follow. But no one else tried to stop him either. They walked along with him, helping him when she became too heavy for him—he’s not very strong, but nothing could stop or get in his way that night. He walked into the mist and we followed, transfixed. Yet it was late in the day. People were frightened to be there at that time. Yet no one turned back.
“He walked through the forest, avoided all the places where we normally left bodies. He even passed right beside the plant that killed her—it hadn’t disappeared yet—almost daring it to stop him. The plant did nothing and he marched on. He was so co
