"Gather 'round, brothers, and let us lay this soul properly to rest" says Braevil. He sets his shield upon the ground nearby, as he removes the holy symbol of Meda from around his neck, and takes a vial of holy water from his pouch.
Brae waits for the others to gather around, and after a moment of silence he bows his head and begins, his voice calm and peaceful.
"Meda, Blessed Mother, whose mercies cannot be numbered:
Accept our prayers on behalf of this man,
and grant blissful rest to this departed soul.
Grant him entrance into the land of light and joy,
and accept him into the warmth of your bosom."
Brae holds his holy symbol high, and begins to sprinkle the holy water over the grave. After a moment, the vial is empty and he continues on in prayer.
"Meda, Great Mother,
your power brings us to birth,
your providence guides our lives,
and by your command we return to dust.
Those who die still live on in your presence,
their lives changed, but not at an end.
We pray in hope for our families,
relatives and friends,
and for all the dead known to you alone.
In company with you and your servants,
who have died yet now live on,
may they rejoice in your kingdom,
where all our tears are wiped away.
Unite us together again in one family,
to sing your praise forever and ever."
Brae again reached into his pouch, and withdraws a handful of powdered silver. This too he slowly sprinkles over the grave, before once again donning the holy symbol of Meda.
"Rest in peace, brother," he says quietly, the ceremony now at an end.