Chapter 67

He'd risen early, the eastern sky only just beginning to lighten when he set out alone with his shovel and began to dig the first pit. Word spread, and before the sun had fully risen, more and more volunteers arrived to lend a helping hand. Community spirit was strong, but sombre. Words weren't needed; everyone felt the same and the men and women of Mellester, under the reeve's oversight, came together in this time of need. Odo was heartbroken, this was the most gut wrenching thing he had ever experienced.. His own tears mixed with soil he threw from the hole he dug. They fell on still warm bodies after he'd killed them, and they ran onto the grass that fed and nourished his once healthy herd. He was heartbroken and disconsolate.