Dorothy
**Sir Sterling Meese
The Sirens' Call**

The mentioning of the grave test brought back his own memories of the experience. "The knight I served had a squire before me who died doing it. He made me write a letter to my mother and father in case something happened to me too. I re-wrote it so many times. Good luck, Valentyne."
Barbara
Sir Fulton Coxe 
The Sirens' Call, Brindelle 

"Mine insisted that large stones be added to my grave, 'Makes for strong knights', he said." Fulton tapped some ash onto the floor, empty eyes staring at the table. "Broke both wrists and nearly suffocated, but got out nonetheless."
Nancy
Ser Oreson Buckle
The Siren's Call, Brindelle

Ser Oreson looked into the shimmering surface of his cup, at the old face looking back at him. The drink had warmed the mind and the extremities thusly, but there was a melancholy about the man as the others recounted their brushes with death.

"Alas..." He said, "To be buried." 

The old knight looked wistfully at the boy, "I had been the last to go, in halycon days. But even then, I was sure of stock, and they were unable to produce a casket suitable." It was half a lie. They had refused to widen the hole. 

"So there had been a special test devised to prove my courage..." The old knight petered off. He remembered the barrel and the waterfall. When he found himself, he had found his cheer again. 

"But some things are best left unwritten, especially on the eve of such a crucible as this. Valentyne, my boy, fear not. Only those who are not true of heart drown in the dirt."