This was the only time I can remember not wanting to come home. The gates were open and the guards were quiet as we passed through. They courtyard was shortly filled with servants and villagers, all come to see what was happening. And as they realized what it was they began weeping and wailing. The sight was almost too much for me to bear. No. It was too much for me to bear. I left Balor to the task of securing the body of my father until the funeral, while I went to find Mother. She would not handle the news well, but it had to be done. She would already be hearing that we had returned and likely the news of her husband’s death would be reaching her ears soon as well. I needed to be there.