Futhorc
Ing went east over the wave with his wagon following, the English poem says, and the letter holds both halves: the sealed thing and the departure everyone is still arranged around. Today the departure is the nearer half. Something is about to leave, a stage about to close, and the people round it are still organised as though it were staying. Do not reorganise them yet. Let the wagon go first, then look at what the arrangement was for. The stage completes on its own timing, and the day after it goes is when the new shape becomes visible.