Archduke Narikopolus has ten sons who are most likely, at this moment, suffering in hell. If he has forty children, that does not make those ten not his sons, dead defending Menador and damned by following his orders about how to do so. He has a border to defend, and long-drop hanging facilities to see built, and there are good clerics he might be able to lure from very far away if he spent quite a lot of money paying them to do so.

Marit knows all of this. Marit is either in heaven, or bound for it very shortly. Marit is fine. And yet, only a little while after dawn, Marit Tenwaller will receive the opportunity to accept or reject the call to leave the afterlife and crawl back into his weakened body, which Narikopolus has regained custody of and had laid out on a bed at the temple of Abadar.