All day I gathered the bodies. I went into every room, even the secret chambers (which had been, thankfully, undisturbed), from attic to basement, searching for any remnant of soldiery from that invading regiment, and even though my leg was fire and every step torture, I did not rest until I was sure that nothing of their hated influence remained. Their guns and swords were all I kept that day, which were later given to Maston and his militia.
I laid them all outside in neat rows, and paid them what reverence I could, covering each face with a cloth.
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