By methodological means, Calebai reached certain hypotheses — after the first four or five times, you do have to. So, it did occur to her that those mightn’t have been recoveries from war wounds or illness. But resurrection? Why, for so common a person amid the virtuous or innocent or talented or beautiful dropped to earth, never stirring again beyond their final loose-limbed mutual embrace with the soil, mourned by the living or simply emplaced in the interests of disposal.
A few traverses onward, Calebai reflected that sometimes (if rarely, but widely known), the buried did re-emerge, wan and skeletal and daubed with earth’s blessing, as if healed a while beneath. That might be it. If also a reversal of earlier assumption.
Some people are sturdier than others, for certain, if unclear who will be which in advance. Vivid fellows and rosy-cheeked children depart, never to rise, their broken elders or bleeding sisters sighing and struggling over tending of them before and after, yet not succumbing themselves. Or not until their own time came, at least. Mought it be a matter of deservingness, somehow? Something short of actual virtue or gift, longer on caring or trying to?
With no real sense to be made of it beyond that being seemed better than not, Calebai got up the next few times and tried for deservingness, all other qualities being mostly gods’ to confer anyway.…
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