Weapons lay all around but, this time, there was no fight left in the great man.
Grimbauld’s wife approached the funeral boat with flaming brand, bitter tears long dried, yet vengeance stirring, as kinsfolk watched with mournful respect.
Fire kindled, smoke rose, and the heavens accepted the warriors mighty spirit.
So, The Last Days of Grimbauld the Great is one of my most popular short stories, and, after another great prompt by about “a ship that didn’t sail” for his wonderful Fifties by the Fire series, I thought it would be a nice way to write a little epilogue to that tale :-
Hope you enjoyed it. Until next time.
Always amazes me how you can capture so much in so few words.
I read this twice over. "Fire kindled, smoke rose"... it's evocative and emotional for what has happened and the ritual of sending off the dead.
Epic ending. Make every word count, excellent!