Digging a hole on this hillside with a spade, Horn drank some wine and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Even though Prince Kongdai had already erected a grave for Danji, Horn thought that this probably wasn't what Danji would have liked.
Horn took out a spoon from his pocket: "This was supposed to be my holy relic, but now it has become your holy relic."
He tossed the spoon into the pit and shoveled the soil back over it.
Placing a cedar tombstone in front of the mound, Horn patted the dirt off his hands, took two steps back, and nodded with satisfaction.
Sitting down right there, Horn took another sip of wine, the mead so sweet it turned bitter.
In everyone's eyes, Danji either didn't catch up or got injured and was taken away by the church.
Apart from a few of us, who could know of his bravery?
He died protecting these villagers, yet Horn couldn't tell them.
The villagers didn't even know Danji protected them.
