She lay on the ground, alone. All four of them were legends in their own right, but the people told more tales of Brani than of the rest of them combined. Not of her marksmanship or her skill as a scout. Everywhere she went, Brani fed the hungry. The poor knew when Brani was in town by the packages of food that mysteriously showed up on their doorsteps. They called her Brani the Kind. She would be remembered, Zeth promised. She would be honored. He had to lie to himself first, to make it the truth.
