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didn't feel the effects of motion sickness. In effect the slight rocking of the ship seemed to be nullified; it was like being on land.  
    The passage they were in spilled into a large cargo hold that at the moment was empty. Sara walked ahead, down the center isle of rows of padded chairs all facing a podium and altar. Atop the altar sat a coffin, it looked to be aspen, its cream wood shone with a glossy clear coat broken only by gold embroidery. Keither sat on one of the soft wooden chairs resisting the urge to peek in the open casket.  
    Barnin sat next to Keither, he'd been given clothes to wear on the ferry and had showered, the Ascended Umbra sat on the other side of Barnin. The room filled slowly with Elves and some of the human command. Keither knew that most in the room did not know Arkin directly, but had respect for the work he did.  
    Emma walked in, sitting next to Sara. "Hello Sara, Keither, I am so sorry for your loss," she said.
    "Thank you Em, is Stacy doing better?" Sara asked.
    Emma nodded, "Still weak and out of it most of the time. She can't come today; we will have her at the ceremony in Coreum."
    Keither had forgotten about that. The event today was a public one. Arkin had done the Elves great services with Legon and Sasha; this was their time to honor him. But Arkin's known living family was in Coreum, the Elves would keep Arkin's remains and give them to his family once the city was taken.  
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    Emma contented herself with looking forward at the altar. She didn't have a relationship with Arkin. She didn't dislike him, but she wasn't close to him like the others were. For her, today was sad, but not as impact full as it was for others. Arkin was closest to Legon, Sasha and Iselin; as such it was they that put the event together. They who grew Arkin's coffin, made the clothes he wore and painstaking used magic to remove any signs of his violent end.  
    Emma had been surprised by the Cona Republic. House Paldin had offered to grow caskets for all of their dead and ship them to Manton to be returned to family members; but they insisted on burying their dead in Noris, in the hopes that at the war’s end Noris would have a monument made. Emma wondered if it was the right thing to do, or if it was the humans’ way of staying independent, if even only in how they handled their loss.  
    Legon, Sasha and Iselin entered the room. All were in black; the only other color they wore was the white robes of the Head of House. Sasha and Iselin sat in chairs next to a podium. Legon walked to the podium. He looked tired to Emma, the tiredness of a man who had put in too many hours, but that of a man who knew that his work was at the beginning and not an end.
    "Thank you all for coming today," Legon started. "Today we honor Arkin. He was my teacher, mentor and friend. He protected my sister and gave me what I needed to protect that which I love.  
    "He lived a life of service; he sacrificed everything for what he believed in. I wonder if I could do the same. Arkin was a humble man and would not boast of himself." Legon smirked a bit, "But I am not Arkin; therefore, I can boast about him to my heart’s content. As can my wife Iselin and my sister Sasha; and that is what we intend to do today, we are not going to morn this great loss but rather celebrate his life. I would ask all of you who have been touched by Arkin to come and share your stories with us."  
    Emma had wondered why Sasha had insisted on the most comfortable of chairs aboard the ship, but now she understood. Legon started with his stories of Arkin, and then Sasha spoke, her tale bringing the room to tears. Iselin's was that of a young man who inspired her. Sydin, Opes, and even those that Emma didn't know spoke. Barnin talked of Arkin helping him escape the empire and giving him what he needed to fight back against injustice. Keither and Sara spoke as well. It was many hours before people stopped sharing; Emma was stunned at what an