She Is Remembered
Entry dated the 3rd day of the month of Blodmonath, Year of Our Lord 558
Today we met Veil Walker near the marshes east of Eoforwic. She is a woman of our own blood, still wearing the simple gown she was buried in. Her sorrow is heavy — she seeks her child who died in the last great fever.
I sat with her until the moon was high. I told her she is remembered. She did not speak with words, but her eyes grew softer before she faded into the mist.
Eternal Wanderer was also seen upon the old Roman road. He walks without end, carrying a broken shield. My heart aches for them all. We shall continue this holy work, that these lost ones may know they are not abandoned by God or by man.