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The funeral of Knight Desery Batyenne lasted three days. On the first day, she was honored as the captain of the imperial guard who had gone out to exterminate the man-eating vines. On the second, she was honored as the youngest daughter of the distinguished Batyenne family. On the third day, she was honored as the wife of the Baron of Falkers, a nobleman from a relatively unsuccessful house.
The Empire had driven its knight into the maw of death, yet soothed her final path with the blessings of the three goddesses. The Batyennes had once disowned the deceased for marrying beneath her station, a man from a meager house who lived idly as he pleased, but they forgave her in light of her death in service.
A splendid blazon was draped over the empty coffin, and that alone seemed to lend the ceremony a gravity of its own. However, the Baron of Falkers had lost his wife and gained nothing. On the final day, visibly diminished and humble, the chief mourner in truth was a boy of only nine.
"Young master, how shall we receive the guests…?" a servant asked.
"Open the storeroom and sell my mother's effects. There should be plenty of gold pieces," the young boy answered dryly.
The boy's father could not even weep. He sat vacant, hollowed out. He had always been a feeble spirit,...
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