Words in Death to Pelinal Whitestrake

I lay on Cyrod’s earth with my heartbeat like a drum in my ears and an arrow in my chest, and I thought, irrationally, Pelinal will come. I knew it wasn’t true. You were not there and there was nothing you do could for me. You send men to death; you do not bring them back. As the soil beneath me turned to red mud, I hallucinated your face. I saw you as I first saw you, Pelinal, blood-mouthed and glorious, burning in rage. I loved you then.

While the sky turned wine-dark overhead, the pain became cold white static and numbed me to my fingertips. The battle-noise around me faded, and I thought of you again; I dreamed you in the stars. Their light was the last thing I could see. Pelin-El, all I can do now is wait for you.