The tomb was still and silent once more. A new stone lid had been fitted above and the modern day rubbish that had littered the ancient floor, had gone. Everything was back as it had been for over two millennia.
One modern item did remain though. In the far wall, a new and beautifully made Oak casket, no bigger than a loaf of bread, sat central in the alcove. The lid had been fixed down and all the spilt ashes secured inside.
Deep within the ashes, however, lay something that only one person on the planet knew about. Since being spilt onto the tomb floor months earlier, it had been cleaned up and restored to its former glory until eventually, during the recent rededication of the ashes, the last missing necklace of Vesta had been returned to the resting place where it had spent the last two thousand years.
Alongside the necklace was one last thing, a tiny folded note bearing a personal message that would probably never be read by any living being.
Santa Rosa
Servant to Rubria, Priestess of Vesta
Rest in peace, Rose
All my love
India
Follower of Isis