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"Despite his weakness, I would have my kinsman buried
with some sort of ceremony. He was good before the
madness overtook him."
Torbin mentally questioned who was actually mad.
Aloud, he said, "What do you want of me?"
"You seem to be a fr - companion or acquaintance. I ask
if you will give him burial. I will compensate you for your
time. I know how much humans value m - "
The knight cut him off, shocked by the insinuation. "I
will bury him. I want no money."
The minotaur blinked in confusion, then nodded slowly.
"Thank you. I must return to the boat now."
Torbin watched while the creatures pushed the boat
back into the water. Only then did he realize that the
minotaur who had asked for the burial of his kin had also
been the final executioner. He wondered briefly if this were
another part of minotaur custom.
The leader glanced at him briefly, but made no attempt
to communicate. Torbin continued to watch the vessel as it
began its journey home. He did not turn away until it was
no more than a tiny speck on the horizon.
The knight chose a spot near the site of the lean-to yet
well hidden from the prying eyes of the locals. It was a
shallow grave; the ground was too loose on top and too
hard about four feet down
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