Once Ylva is out of sight, Inric walks slowly down to the standing stones. They have a familiar aspect. The unwelcome memories come back of the last time he stood in front of tall monoliths with a hole through the top. Back then, still using crutches during the long slow healing process, he had made a journey to bid farewell to a friend. All he had found was fresh grief, and a stern matriarch informing him he was of the wrong clan to be paying tribute at that grave. Remembering, Inric puts one hand out to the tallest stone, to faint writing which he recognises, and bows his head in mingled grief and anger.