Between them, they heaved the boat up onto the grass. Lila helped Emrys lower Arthur into the boat, and then she stepped back, let Emrys arrange Arthur’s weapons and armor as best as he could. Emrys swiped a hand across his face angrily, and Lila realized he was crying, talking softly to the man he had known as friend, brother, king, but when he finally straightened up and heaved the boat back into the water, his eyes were dry and his face was unstained. He stretched forth one hand, and the boat began to glide forward, into the middle of the lake.

While Emrys had worked, mist had begun to creep along the edges of the lake, and now it was rolling across the glass-like surface. Emrys reached out and gripped Lila’s hand tightly when the mist unfurled across the middle of the lake, swallowed the small boat whole. Emrys and Lila stood, staring, until the mist whispered along the edges of the grass at their feet, until the mist retreated back across the lake and they could see that the boat was…gone.