A heavy thunk indicated they had reached the coffin. The man with the shovel started while the onlookers took a step back. Gregor resumed digging, quickly exposing the coffin lid. He thrust the shovel into the dark dirt, and bent down to examine the seams.
“They are broken,” he said.
The crowd gasped. Except Manfred, whose face hardened with grim determination.
“I knew it!” he shouted. “Bring the wood.”
Several of the women hurried off to the communal woodpile. A few of the men descended into the hole to finish the exhumation of the body.
The body hadn’t visibly decayed.