Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Funeral in Flismar
Erik would have sent his condolences personally but the Judge of Sirion could not abandon the tasks of the army and another ones. Then he visited the temple of Avamar and made his offerings of jewels, fruits, honey and milk. He prayed for Elune. And ordered that Nesrah, the old sorcerer to accompany the ceremony and take some words.
Nesrah, old and wrinkled as the bark of a centennial oak had crow feathers in the black hair and a jackal pelt over the shoulders. He seized a staff in one of the hands and walked by the beautiful forests of Flismar with the rest of the retinue. In silence he observed they bury the body and the relatives in their last farewells. Nesrah saw the death as a passage, but the death of a hero was always something sad. But it was also the prominence of the death that made them special. Sir Erik was right. Lady Hei deserved all the honors that Sirion could offer. Observing her children in the moment of farewell, he remembered some words that he whispered as a spell.
But if you see
In your son
Your face
And a dagger to reign
As the shine of the sun
What would make you?
Would be shattered
Or would live?
When the ceremony finished, Nesrah catch in a leather bag in his belt some owl feathers. The owl was a guide in the spiritual world, a bird of wisdom and guardian of the spirit of the deads like the crows and jackals. The bird of wisdom would guide Lady Hei spirit through the heavy clouds to the arms of Elune. And the Goddess would be waiting with her favorite son's offers. Sacrifices of the Judge of Sirion. The wizard looked at the sky and murmured in his strange language:
Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey
Flying high
Flying high
In the summer sky...
