My brother hit me from behind, killed me, and buried me under the bridge. He took the spear that was my protection and married the woman who was my whole world.

Years have passed. Yet nothing is hidden from God. I’ve given a shepherd one of my bones, and he is making it into horn. When he blows it, the truth will come blaring out.

The Buried Brother in The Singing Bone, Grimms. Painting “Abel the Shepherd” by George Richmond.