The priest rambled on, starting his tale yet again. Gregory continued to study him. It was obvious the man was badly shaken. He was poorly dressed, wearing sandals rather than boots. A couple of toes were already showing signs of frostbite. His hands shook slightly, and his voice was near to breaking.

The priest fell silent, and took a long moment to compose himself. At last, he let out a long sigh, then looked over to Dennis who stood alone, at the edge of the clearing. 'What is wrong with your commander?' he asked.

'His oldest friend is in that grave,' Gregory said quietly, nodding down at the eighteen bodies lying side by side in the narrow trench hacked out of the freezing ground. 'Jurgen served Dennis's grandfather before he served the grandson. The land the Tsurani now occupy, part of it once belonged to Dennis's family. His father was Squire of Valinar, a servant of Lord Brucal. They lost everything early on in the war. Word of the invasion hadn't even reached Valinor before the Tsurani. The old Squire and his men didn't even know who they were fighting when they died. Dennis and Jurgen were among a handful of survivors of the initial assault; Jurgen was his last link to that past.' Gregory paused, transferring his gaze to Father Corwin. 'And now that link is gone.'

'I'm sorry,' the priest replied softly, 'I wish none of this had ever happened.'

'Well, Father, it happened,' Gregory said evenly.

The priest looked up at him, and there was moisture in his eyes. 'I'm sorry,' he said one more time.

Gregory nodded. 'As my grandmother said, "Sorry won't unbreak the eggs." Just clean up the mess and move on. Let's find you some boots or you'll lose all your toes before tomorrow.'

'Where?'

'Off the dead of course.' Gregory indicated boots, weapons, and cloaks that had been stripped off the dead before they were buried. 'They don't need them any more, and the living do,' he added matter-of-factly. 'We honour their memory, but it's no use burying perfectly good weapons and boots with them.' He motioned with his chin. 'That pair over there looks about your size.'