Take care of them, and tell them I said good-bye.” He put a big clawed hand on her shoulder. “Good luck.” “But what about you?” “I told you before, I was looking for the rebels.” He was happy; she saw that this was what he had wanted all along. “I’m going to join them,” he said. And he did. When Sveva fled, Rath stayed and fought with the rebels. And died with them, right there at the toes of the mountains. And was dragged with them into a big pile. And burned.
