Adrian wrapped his sword in his cloak, tied his rifle to the saddle, and put the letter in his pocket. He left the armor on the corpse. Adrian didn't shy away from looting, but he understood that the others wouldn't approve of such behavior. He took the reins of his horse. "It seems the horse is quite intelligent," Adrian thought. "Intelligent enough to give it a name."
--Listen, horse," said Adrian. "It's not right for you to be nameless. I don't know your old name, so I'll call you... let's say, Anchar. Come on, Anchar."
Adrian took the corpse with him and hid it in the bushes near the camp so that no one would notice. Then he approached the other members of the expedition.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers