Emotional Content

I have gone back - gone into the death of Theuderic's mother.

I sat ... and only looked at her.  No farewell.  No sight, nor shred of memory,of my friedlehe.  Only her pain.  Only my own culpability.  Only the sure knowledge I could never repent; and she was already gone.

I want out almost as much as Clovis must have.  Would have - if only this scene even approaches history.