Once the dead had been moved, Linne carefully placed a burning branch from the smaller fire to the pyre. From a pouch she pulled a handful of white powder, while raising three fingers before her eyes. "Sky, West, Flowing River, Falcon and Fawn," she chanted. "The direction is up and onward. The Price is Silver and Silver Alone."
She tossed the powder over the pyre, and it immediately flared up in bright white flames. Warmth washed over the Fortold, and the air smelled of fragrant flowers and incense. With both hands, Linne formed a more complex version of the Amanist circle gesture.
"To part is painful," she said, "so mourn the dead, o living, but do no pity them. We were born to live in the care of Lady Amana and when we die, as all living do, we are delivered to Lord Amana to guide us as we walk the White Path. For some, the Path will be short, for others long and winding. But as the Trinity made us equal, each soul will reach the end of the Path, and no soul walks alone. Do not despair: Life is transient, but so is death. For death is the path to final transcendance, where we are once again joined with Divine Amana at our journey's end. Thus the Trinity is always with us; in life, in death and beyond death. So mourn the dead, o living, but do not pity them." She gave the assembled a sad smile, then gestured to the sky. "Look."
The sun had risen beyond the mountains, painting the morning sky in magnificent colors:
"Night turns to day once more," Linne declared. "For the sake of us who yet live, the sun still rises."
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