Morwen’s funeral pyre burnt for three days and the feast in her memory lasted for three more. After it was all over Alphonse sat alone in his mentor’s house. My house, he corrected himself. Having no living relatives, she had left all her worldly belongings to him before she died, and even without the gold he had spent on giving her a worthy send-off there was still a comfortable amount of coins left in the secret basement hidden beneath the house. It was enough to let him live comfortably for many years, but sitting in front of the empty fireplace with a pint of mead for his only company, Alphonse felt it mattered little to him.
