Falcon had just dumped Nightwalker’s body in the alley behind the Universal Brotherhood chapterhouse. It bothered him, on some deep level, but what the frag else could he do? He wished he knew more about the traditions of Nightwalker’s tribe. How would the Salish handle the body of a friend? From Langland’s book, Falcon knew that burial traditions varied. Some tribes interred the bodies with great ceremony and reverence, singing songs to guide the spirits of the dead to the land of the totems. Others seemed to have no such traditions, just dumping the bodies without any ceremony. The spirit was gone, these tribes seemed to believe, leaving the dead body only an empty shell. Why treat it specially when the person was not there anymore? He didn't know to which group the Salish belonged, but he told himself that Nightwalker’s spirit—wherever it was now—would understand.