Dawn.
The meeting hall of the Governor's Mansion had been urgently transformed into a mourning hall, allowing the ceremonial garments of the Newman brothers to be displayed for mourners to pay their respects. Combined, all that could be found of the two brothers were a few articles of clothing. Their flesh, souls, transcendent abilities, and family wealth had long been devoured by someone; even these garments for their burial were the simplest and least valuable. It made the guests think how frugal and self-disciplined they must have been.
"Governor, General, I have failed you. I returned too late!"
Mr. Byron, The Sea Hunter, who had displayed such might last night saving the entirety of Royal Port, now stood by the coffin, teary-eyed and full of self-reproach. He seemed even more grief-stricken than the orphan Tilly, who, having adopted a more humble and plain appearance again, was respectfully bowing to each guest.
