Ulfren breathes hard, then as the last of his boiling blood begins to settle, he gives a final kick to the cloven mimic. "Give us back our Billy, ya foul-toothed maggot!" he shouts in impotence.
After some time in silent contemplation, Ulfren methodically gathers up Billy's remains and sets his fallen brother to a place of honor in the storeroom, dulcimer upon his chest.
"I don't like leaving him here," says Ulfren, voice low like a water-filled cave. "But it's the nearest he is to home as we remember it."
He turns to the others. "This is gettin' to me patience. From now on, I'm taking two for ev'ry one of our cousins we find laid down like Billy, or me aunt turned to stone in the tunnel!" The barbarian turns and stomps off, heading further into the complex.
