grimly. “Organize a party to fetch the corpse of the boar, quickly, before the carrion eaters have their fill. And don’t forget to remove the scent glands, the meat will become tainted. I hate the taste of boar that hasn’t had the scent glands removed.” Their pale faces looked up at me.
“Do you want Balog’s sacrifice to go to waste? Go! Donathan and I will prepare our great chief for his passage. We will have a tremendous feast, to send him to the fires of the ancestors.” They nodded tiredly and walked off.
I threw a reed mat over the corpse.
“Balog, your desires got the best of your judgment, but in the end you did the right thing.”
As I turned into the doorway to assemble the things I needed I heard myself murmur: “For the good of the clan.”
End