There were no victory cheers, no celebration, only grief and a lot of work. The wounded numbers were in the tens of thousands. And of the dead, we lost approximately forty-seven thousand souls.
Mordred’s generals reported seventy-three thousand dead. There were too many to carry to their respective homes. The exposure to decay from so many corpses would breed disease and kill many more. It was up to the living to bury the dead where they lay.
What was once grassland became a battlefield and then a graveyard. It would soon be dotted with mounds and, in time, covered in the grass again but remembered as a memorial. The burial of so many bodies would take days with a small army of gravediggers hired from neighboring villages.