I read Yelena’s notes, it inspired to leave my mark if this is my resting place. Her spirit lies in these walls, by Vasja’s Heart I will not suffer the same fate.

Mi harezh lo nomikwatru. Sing my name so I may live.

My name is Huris of Fajdan, Born of Lazfi, Born of Idszo, Born of Karouz of the Twin Hills That Climb. I put into the earth my will, the wind my song, the water my hope. Give my harezh purpose.

My children: Namijde, whose eyes glow in the morning; Sirazh, whose hands dance at the strings; Kalle, whose spirit is seen in smile; Feriz, whose songs are sung in Fajdan; Dezhme, whose soul dances in the Veiled Garden; and Taraese, whose body gives life to Taraese-kla, Lone Tree That Fights The Storms.

My heart-song: Jezha of Dhambe, whose eyes make me melt, whose words are soft, whose body has given life to six. You have strength I’ve never known, I carry your song in my heart.

My heart-sword: Dham of Ambers, whose skill won against the Gor; whose mind is known by the Three; whose beauty radiates like the storm-sun. Your wisdom has protected us, your arms embraced us, your kindness is known by all. Your vitality is infectious and brings me warmth in nights that would see me cold. You protect me still.

My heart-dance: Kolto of Bri-Hanan, whose laughter brings life to life; whose far-seeing-mind teaches many; whose wine has made us wealthier in spirit – and me sick! You are my light in the darkness, my calm in danger, my razor thoughts when the storms would confuse.

My name is Huris of Fajdan, Born of Lazfi, Born of Idszo, Born of Karouz of the Twin Hills That Climb. I put into the earth my will, the wind my song, the water my hope.

Dolima re hezan. Give my life breath.