When the Lord Ivo arrived in the late afternoon, having ridden hot-speed from the south coast when he got the tidings, he found little left of the marauders save the dead on the land and the scum of red on the fen pools.
Jehan lay by a clump of hazels, the blood welling from an axe-wound in the neck.

His face was ashen with the oncoming of death, but he smiled as he looked up at his lord.
"The Crane pecked me," he said.

"He had a stout bill, if a black heart." Ivo wept aloud, being pitiful as he was brave.

He would have scoured the country for a priest.
"Farewell, old comrade," he sobbed.

"Give greeting to Odo in Paradise, and keep a place for me by your side.