P rincess Nell could have used all of the powers she had acquired during her 
great quest to dig Harv's grave or caused the work to be done for her by the 
Disenchanted Army, but it did not seem fitting, and so instead she found an old 
rusty shovel hung up in one of the Dark Castle's outbuildings. The ground was 
dry and stony and veined with the roots of thornbushes, and more than once the 
shovel struck ancient bones. Princess Nell dug throughout the long day, 
softening the hard earth with her tears, but did not slacken until the ground 
was level with her own head. Then she went into the little room in the Dark 
Castle where Harv had died of a consumption, carefully wrapped his withered 
body in fine white silk, and bore it out to the grave. She had found lilies 
growing wild in the overgrown flower-garden by the little fisherman's cottage, 
so she put a spray of these in the grave with him, along with a little 
children's storybook that Harv had given her for a present many years ago. 
Harv could not read, and many nights as they had sat round the fire in the 
courtyard of the Dark Castle, Nell had read to him from this book, and she 
supposed that he might like to have it wherever he was going now.