And because it looked cold and green, he picked spring beauties from the forest floor and wove them among the needles.
He put it down in front of him. A cardinal flew down to the bank, cocked its brilliant head, and seemed to stare at the wreath.
P. T. let out a growl which sounded more like a purr. Jess put his hand on the dog to quiet him.
The bird hopped about a moment more, then flew leisurely away.
“It's a sign from the Spirits,” Jess said quietly. “We made a worthy offering.”
He walked slowly, as part of a great procession, though only the puppy could be seen,
slowly forward carrying the queen's wreath to the sacred grove.
He forced himself deep into the dark center of the grove and, kneeling, laid the wreath upon the thick carpet of golden needles.
“Father, into Thy hands I commend her spirit.” He knew Leslie would have liked these words.
They had the ring of the sacred grove in them. The solemn procession wound its way through the sacred grove homeward to the castle.
Like a single bird across a storm-cloud sky, a tiny peace winged its way through the chaos inside his body.
“Help! Jesse! Help me!” A scream shattered the quietness. Jess raced to the sound of May Belle’s cry.
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