He had been betrayed with a cruel lie by two wily
at the end, and his bones had been scattered.
Now he could not even remember where they had
been buried.
That was important, because Jordan's talent had been to
recover from almost any injury, provided enough
of his body could be assembled to grow together again.
But all that had been four hundred years before. Nobody
who was alive today knew or cared where his
bones might be.
It was hardly the proper ending for a gallant adventure!