Teja has been given the seat at the head of the table, in the old Roman folding-chair brought from the south-lands: - the place of honour.

He lifts the slightly dented goblet, looks at them all one by one -- the ones he knew and loved when he was alive, the women who are his family in his afterlife, and all the wonderful children that were born after his death -- and then drinks, saying nothing, just looking at them.

His eyes are very gentle, and full of love. Here he now is, with the proof his life and death was worth it. Even the bitterest moment of it all.-