This time, sitting on his platform, watching the paper play below, Sif took in the story and the words spoken;

Lady Hélna slew the beast.

Lady Hélna wrapped her in her coat.

Relnsif would greet the girl in the land of Mû.

They would dance in the eternal spring.

Before, he had not noticed so much the proclamations about the land of Mû.

Now it worked in his mind that this, then, was the next world, the land of the dead. This was where Helna was, where his strange thing was, where this girl was going.

Was the only way to get there to die?

If it was a land, could he not travel to it while alive?

Even though he had washed himself and changed to fresh clothes, he could still feel the blood on his body, and he could still feel the cold weight in his hands.

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