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It bothered him, how much he missed them – his two brothers especially. They were like lungs to him, or teeth, or eyes. They were part of him. He realised, during the journey to Little Nettlebed, that he was changed without them.
It was for the six pregnant girls whom they made carry the coffin, a warning of their possible fate.
‘Why did you do that? I asked for him to be here with you.’ She paused. ‘I needed rosewater for your eyes. All our roses are finished.’
