Kaelin Ring found him there. Call knew that the young man was suffering, and the two sat in companionable silence as the moon rose.
‘I cannot believe he has gone,’ said Kaelin at last. ‘A part of me won’t accept it.’
‘He hasn’t gone,’ said Call. ‘You carry him here,’ he added, tapping Kaelin’s chest. ‘In your heart, as I will carry him in mine. The clan will do the same, boy. Mark my words. You don’t forget a man like Grymauch. They’ll be talking about him in a hundred years.’
‘What will they say, do you think?’
‘They’ll say he was a hero. They’ll say he was a legend. But, best of all, boy, they’ll say he was Rigante!’
THE END