One last time, Amarisa and the handmaidens washed my body with sweet-scented water and weaved flowers through my hair. I was adorned in beautiful golden silks with golden shoes. When the bearers came for my body, Amarisa's eyes still as glass as she watched them taking me away on the funeral litter.
When the night came, the procession started in a solemn quietness. The broad avenues were lined with women and men. Their candles and torches were lit to brighten the way. All the divine children were there, dressing in mourning clothes of pure white. The very thought of parting with my faithful friends caused me genuine sorrow.
Through the city's gate, people joined in with their lanterns. From above, they would look like a tiny glowing ant colony moving through the path. My poor services to
