“Where is the body of my son?” “Friend,” Folger replied gravely. “Carry the memory of your son alive.” Iacoomis looked at Folger, his eyes akindle. “I will see my son.” Folger put a hand on his shoulder. “My friend, it shall be as you wish. As you wish. But I would spare you. They were several. They used warclubs. Their frenzy was very great.”
