"They will not dare to defile his grave." The old priest sounded certain of this. "Come. This way." There was some muttering among the small group of other guests - apparently, this group had a bit of a reputation in town, as farmhands and other laborers, all of low character and lower intellect. Or maybe that was just class prejudice speaking - most of the townsfolk accompanying the procession were of the middle and upper social layers. A councilman, the children of the town's innkeep, several other shop-owners.<br/><br/>At the grave site, two more Pharasmin priests - acolytes, these - awaited, shovels at the ready. The grave had already been dug, and Father Grimburrow indicated to the pallbearers to lower the casket. Once the coffin rested on the ground, he cleared his throat. "We have gathered today to send Petros Lorrimor, Professor Emeritus, archaeologist, philosopher and scholar, on his last journey. To aid our Lady Pharasma in her judgment, is there anyone here who wishes to speak in testimony?"