Kate watched in stony scilence as the grave diggers finished their job. The sun was hot on her back, and there wasn't so much as a breath of wind to stir the air. After her inital furry at realizing her apprentice was dead Kate's mind swiched off. It was like some one else was wrapping him in the blanket and tieing him to the back of her horse, some one else was paying the grave diggers in Britian, some one else was standing here sweating in full armor watching as they covered his body with dirt.
The shock, had worn off, but her rage was only momentairly stilled. There were things that needed to be done. Owen Dalas had to be burried, she still had duty for most of the day...
...and the church still needed to pay.