And now the wards are full of new ones.
The new ones lie very still.
Deaths
It is quite simple.
If it can be that the priest comes, it is very well. All that the priest does is beautiful. The feet and hands, the eyes, the lips have sinned, and the touch of forgiveness upon them is exquisite. It is exquisite, that last entering in of the Divine Body to the body that is dying. But if for any reason no priest comes, if no one cares or troubles to ask for him, or if there is no time, God is most surely there and understands. And one is comforted to find that there is no need to fear for them, as they die.
They die so quietly. I am glad to know how quiet a thing it is to die.
There was only one who was not quiet.
They bound ice about his head, and then he did not shriek and fling himself about any more, but lay quite quietly until he died.