I had been the first to leave offerings in the morning but now I stood above, and watched.
Joras was buried in the tiny Mahid plot, where I stood with Grandfather and all the Mahid women and girls, to witness.
We, all the families of solas and Aitzas alike, sang the proper responses to the Fenjitzas, who sang the rites for all the dead, from the tower pulpit in the centre of the burial ground.
Next year, it would be the women’s duty, to have Joras's bones exhumed and brought into the Marble Palace crypt with the other Mahid dead.
“Well, I shall ask people to wash and dry their hands immediately before walking the hall.”
A note: Coming soon! I shall be presenting a series of re-written posts about the Great Mahid Debate. So if you find what looks like an older post with an odd number, that's what it will be.