Toll the Hounds/Chapter 23

Epigraph

Ask what the dead face Snatching the curtain aside These stony tracks into blind worlds Where to grope is to recall All the precious jewels of life Ask what the dead see In that last backward glance These fetish strings knots left untied Where every sinew strains To reach and touch once more Ask what the dead know When knowing means nothing Arms full and heaped with baubles As if to build a home anew In places we've never been Ask but the dead do not answer Behind the veil of salty rain Skirl now amid the rotted leavings When the worms fall away To that wealth of silence The Lost Treasures of Indaros Fisher kel Tath

'Mule sees mule...' by Corporal Nobbs