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I do find it a bit hard to understand the old coots accent. "Must've done somethin' great to become the lord of this land."
"He was no lord, he served dis lands lord da marsh, broke da confederation ov tribes ov lizards when dem be ruled by lich kings. Twas da church ov da god ov war, Baratoc dat tried ta canon-eyes da knight as Saint Bost. He refused, tis why 'is grave be so mundane, even da original crypt twas moved from twas but a stone sarcophagus."
"I, see. And the sword."
"Stuck it ta da ground an' pray ta it afta e'rry battle. N'ver said who 'e pray'd ta. Twasn't Baratoc. 'e 'ated Baratoc."
"Huh. . . You a priest ol' timer?"
"A humble Groun'skeepa."
"So his grave was moved here. Did the easterns?"
"Ya mean de Jinni's? Nah, dey tor up all da ol' graves ov da villages roun' da marsh b'fore da foundin' of tribute 'hit'ole."
It takes me a minute to consider the consequence of what he's saying. I look around, so many of these graves are so simple. The gaudy ones are all new. "So this grave and many of the others were built as small act of rebellion?"
"E'sactly."
I look back to the tomb of Edmund and take off my hat and hold it over my heart. Perhaps this guy was in my position from an earlier time. Seems to be the case. Was this what god wanted me to see?
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