Laying to Rest

Whilst Ludo did not make its presence visible to Phoebe, it would appear to the young midwife that the trees were curling about her overhead, as if to shield her from the world without. The candle she had lit for the babe she would never know burned bright and steady, and when Ludo spoke there was a smile in its voice. "They will know," it said. "They are not marred by the chains of mortality. They will know." The branches rustled in an unfelt breeze, and Ludo's voice grew faint as if it was departing from the shrine. "Linger not too long in my demesne, sweetling. You are alive, and have yet more life to give. You do not belong here, save to pay your respects." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own