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</div>"What!  You think I drink three cups of coffee this early in the morning?" He gave her a slight smile, though he quickly became somber as they headed for the shed.  "One cup is for you and one for Kepler, unless he would prefer to offer it to the young lady with the horse."  Elias set the third cup on the hood of his car as he passed it.  Upon returning with the shovels, he opened up the back of the Landrover and retrieved a violin case.  "A funeral needs music," he murmured.<br/><br/>He juggled the shovel, the two cups of coffee and the violin case until Idris indicated where to dig the grave.  Handing Kepler a coffee cup in exchange for the little girl, Elias began digging.  Perhaps they dug deeper than necessary, but the walls of the fort seemed a little less permanent than the night before.  Dig too shallow a grave and wild animals would smell her decaying body and dig her up. She needed to be buried deep enough to be left in peace.<br/><br/>The horror the little girl must have felt, probably betrayed and turned by one of her own family.  And the family member couldn't be blamed, because by that time they were mindless animals feeding on everyone around them, including loved ones.  Elias might have continued to dig deeper, but for Idris's hand on his arm signaling they had gone deep enough.<br/><br/>Elias passed his shovel up to Kepler in exchange for the child.  He muttered under his breath that they should have had a container to put her in, but he knew he was trying too hard to make this tragedy right when it was NEVER going to be right.  Someone had thrown some flowers in the grave while he wasn't looking.  He put them in her folded arms and climbed out of the grave and began to help fill it back up.<br/><br/>An Oxford trained scholar and yet he couldn't seem to find the right thing to say as they filled the hole.  Nothing from Shakespeare or John Donne, or Ben Jonson or Francis Bacon seemed appropriate.  Finishing patting down the earth, he was about to resort to a quote from Revelations when he remembered this was Idris's land.<br/><br/>"Lieutenant, do you have any final words you want to say?"  He pulled out his violin as he waited for her response.