I died doing what I was born to do, and I’m not entirely sure I’m done doing it yet. I’m still working on understanding the rules, and you may recall that I can be a little bit of a slow study. But tell Hurthang and the others how much they meant to me, and that the other lads and I will be waiting for them-and you, of course.' He smiled again. ' Not that I have any grim portents of impending doom for any of you.'
“And-” Bahzell paused and cleared his throat. “And I’m sure it’s glad they’ll all be to hear it,” he told his friend just a bit huskily.
'Probably.' Vaijon agreed. ‹ But in the meantime, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of things to keep you busy. In fact, I see one-Well, never mind. That would be telling.'
“I can see as there are some things even dying doesn’t change,” Bahzell said much more dryly, and Vaijon laughed.
'Of course not, Bahzell! Where would be the fun in that?› His body began to thin, becoming increasingly translucent, and his smile turned impish once more. ' But don’t worry! I’ll be keeping an eye on you. What else are friends for?'
He was almost invisible now, and Bahzell seemed to feel a hand resting on his shoulder. It squeezed for just a moment, then released him, and he heard Vaijon’s laughing voice one last time.
'After all, I’ll need to take lots of notes for the nights I spend helping Brandark work on new verses, won’t I?'
