The Company is dead in fact but not in name.Īnd we, O merciless gods, stand witness to the power of names. The heart is stilled but the corpse stumbles on. Whom I am obliged to carry them may find the account interesting. Yet I will continue to keep the Annals, if only because a habit of twenty-five years is so hard to break. Silent, Darling, and the Torque brothers have taken the road to Lords. In a shaky hand I wrote: The end has come. I took an old notebook from my saddlebag, settled in the road. Birds began to sing, so still did we remain. It was a time for contemplation, the final emotional milemark of an era. He closed her nostrils with one hand, patted her neck with the other, quieting her. Even irrepressible One-Eye and Goblin were stricken by the finality of the hour.
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