“It is an honor for a woman to die in her husband’s pyre, sister,” Kindisha shouted back. “My mother is in the pyre, too. I am proud of her sacrifice. By Sarvabhu’s grace, she will find her place in the heavens.”
“Let me burn you alive, then we will see how much honor you feel through the pain.” Keya was furious, but helpless. Tasvak could feel his sister’s grief, but was aware that Kindisha was merely echoing what the traditions had taught him.”