I would not have him lie in that narrow ravine, so I carried him into the meadow, and found a hole which some wild beast had deserted.

Painfully and slowly with my knife I made it into a shallow grave, where I laid him, with some boulders above.

Then I think I flung myself on the earth and wept my fill.

I had lost my best of friends, and the ache of regret and loneliness was too bitter to bear.

I asked for nothing better than to join him soon on the other side.
After a while I forced myself to rise.