It was still raining and a thunderstorm was raging over the battlefield. I guessed that it was the flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder that had roused me. For a while I was confused as to where I was. As the memories came slowly back I remembered that I had been dying. The chill of that thought closed around me like a cloak. For a moment I wondered if I was already dead, but after trying to move I decided that I remained with the living. There was still a stabbing pain in my chest and I was shivering with cold. Surely, I reasoned, you would not feel cold and pain when you were dead. Indeed, given the life I had led, if there was a heaven and hell, I was expecting to feel things get too hot rather than too cold. I could only see out of one eye and, reaching up, I found that dried and congealed blood had sealed the lashes of the other eye shut. With my remaining eye I looked down at Boney in the gloomy darkness of the night and touched his side. He had passed on to whatever afterlife awaited animals.
