As soon as my lips touched the blessed water, I felt blood return to my cheeks. 
I looked at Elaine, and could see in her eyes that had indeed been lifted from me. 
I passed the chalice to my men, watching their #ENTER# ghastly appearance fade one by one as they sipped.
The priest drank last, then tipped the cup over his head, #ENTER# allowing the last of the water to run down his face. 
He smiled at me then, the first display of emotion I had seen from him,#ENTER# then sat down with his back against the altar, and closed his eyes.
It was several minutes before we realized that he had stopped breathing.
We said prayers of our own and buried him under a tree by the river, then #ENTER# returned to the Falcon and set sail for Seahaven. 
As the prow of our fine ship sliced through the waves, we stood at the bow, #ENTER# hand in hand, and made plans for the wedding ceremony we would have on arrival.