Britannicus' death...

By sunrise Hypatia was up and on her way to the shore again. ‘Where are you, my Beloved?  Where are you..?’ she cried as she combed the shore for new bodies, looking for his familiar form. Then something purple that had washed out on the rocks caught her eye. For a moment she froze before racing towards it. She slipped on the rocks and grazed her legs but continued without even noticing. She reached out and pulled the wet fabric from a crevice…it was torn and dirty but had the distinctive golden embroidery of Britannicus’ cloak. Agonized sobs rose from the core of her being as sorrow engulfed her.

‘Britannicus, oh my beloved Britannicus..!’

Harald and Martha found her there on the rocks curled up like a child clutching the cloak against her bosom. Martha took her home while Harald combed the shore for his master’s body, but eventually gave up. The sea had swallowed the great Lyrist and his body was never found…