He thought of Brogan and the hardships this man had endured. Yes, as Darius and King Richard, he had won entries into the journals of both fiction and history - but these lives had scoured him terribly. And when his last time on Earth had been brutally cut short - the shock of the violence had still remained upon him, in part. This once powerful King had struggled throughout.
Perhaps now he could be healed of this fully? Puck considered Brogan to be a man of great faith, who having had disappointments along the way, still held fast.
Certainly these two deserved this time of peace that had finally come to them.
Puck tramped down the hill returning to the crowd and took Charley back into his arms. He could see Eric standing beside the coffin, aside his wife, who had passed away only the year before. Barnabus and his choir had arrived, as did his friends from the Grove. Lady Marthorn was conversing with Tooke.
The choir began with "Come, Thou Almighty King" and Nervina and Goober were singing along.
An elderly man in a tweed cap sidled up to Puck and handed little Charley one of the violets from the wreath. He said, looking at the little girl, and then over to Puck:
"It’s a small world, isn't it?"
"Sure is" said Puck, "sure is".
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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