𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙸 - 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
The wind blew against the two of them, the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt rippling and dirt dusting the air. It lifted Sorcha’s make-shirt veil, and he could see the blood red tears that streaked her cheeks beneath the dim light of the moon. His gaze averted, now on the footprints in the dirt around them. Sorcha was profoundly affected by the death of Sean, and Jack found a deep feeling of respect for this. Had he been on his own, he would have never spoken a word for Sean or held space for his brief existence. He almost felt regretful, but if he felt anything now, it was respect for this kindred doing more than he ever cared to. A part of him envied the humanity in it.
When the trees fell silent again, so did Sorcha, and she turned to him for something more. He hesitated, but politely nodded as he cleared his throat and stepped towards the grave. He stood next to Sorcha now, hyper-aware of her proximity and energy as this was the first time they’d been this close since they faced off in the basement. He spoke in hushed tones with his eyes on Sean as he took in the shape of his body as it rested in its last bed.
Jack stood there, trying to find the words to say but none ever came to him. He couldn’t bring himself to chant the words that were distant on his tongue but still so clear.. Those were the words he’d sung for his father, for his brothers and sisters, and he would not share them. Instead, he recalled a piece of a song he’d heard at a Scottish sea burial once several decades ago. He hadn’t held a tune in some years, but still, he cleared his throat again to make way for the words he did know. It was a somber tune, one meant to be uplifting but Jack let the notes go deep and raspy at their edges. It was the only verse he knew, and so he repeated the last lyrics twice over and let the last note hang in the air until it disappeared with the wind.
“Oh all the time that e’er I spent,
I spent it in good company;
And any harm that e’er I’ve done,
I trust it was to none but me;
May those I’ve loved through all the years
Have memories now they’ll e’er recall;
So fill me to the parting glass,
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
After taking a torn piece of fabric offered from Sorcha, Jack stepped towards the grave so he could lower himself in one more time. He was faced with Sean again, and as he gingerly positioned the fabric over his face, he noted how it covered the bite. He almost looked peaceful now, until the blood began to saturate the white cloth. Almost. As Jack climbed out of the hole, he moved towards the mound of dirt so he could begin to dump it back into place.
With each scoop, Jack let himself feel the grains beneath his nails and between his fingers. The smell of the Irish soil was familiar, but as he dumped it over Sean’s resting place, he couldn’t help but wonder how many of the kine had been taken away by his orders. None of them had seen the care and intention that Sean had, but as he scooped the rest of the dirt into the hole and began to flatten it, he thought about the first time he opened the door to see him. The small smile and confidence Sean wore despite being faced with the monster that would put him in his final resting place. What a shame. He could have made a great candidate for a progeny.
Once finished, he stared down at the dirt that now looked only mildly disturbed. He kicked over the remaining mound of dirt and spread it over the ground so that it could melt back into the Earth with the next rain. Jack finished the task by lifting the large rocks and placing them in random spots over Sean’s grave, marking it so that Sorcha would be at ease… And so that he knew where to dig when he came back to destroy the evidence.
“Sov godt, Valr.” He whispered. Sleep well.