[When the wine is poured into the ground, the rivers of it absorbed into the ground, Chiron takes a single sip himself, and then puts the bottle aside. There are a few more words said, then silence reigns.
That's the end, so far as there can be an end to such deep respect for the dead. The ritual is concluded with a soft pat of the ground, and Chiron looking up over to Fiore to show that he's done. His face is far longer, grimmer, sadder than before, but threaded through out is a small look of relief that he was able to do even this much.]
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That's the end, so far as there can be an end to such deep respect for the dead. The ritual is concluded with a soft pat of the ground, and Chiron looking up over to Fiore to show that he's done. His face is far longer, grimmer, sadder than before, but threaded through out is a small look of relief that he was able to do even this much.]