She had died a silent death, making no sound. They had placed her body carefully on the altar at one of the high places, so that her body might not pollute the elements, but be picked clean through air. Before the carrion birds could come, he’d taken her and in so doing, died the unknown death; his soul headed for a purpose he knew not where but with only one hope in mind.
At first he was afraid, the moment he saw the white birds gather. But when they showed no sign of defiling her body, he relaxed and saw it as an omen of her purity.