We see someone for the last time either knowingly or unknowingly.
"The last sight Tharasmund had of [the Wanderer] was his hat, cloak, and spear, away down the winter road."
-366-372, p. 426.
"At the edge of sight, where the road swung around a shaw, [Tharasmund] turned about to wave at [Erlieva].
"She saw him again that eventide, but then he was a reddened lich." (p. 427)
When the Wanderer's great-great-grandson asks if they will never see him again, he replies that he must go:
"'Yes, best I go at once. Farewell. Fare ever well.'
"He strode through the shadows, out the door, into the rain and the wind."
-372, p. 459.
Thus ends the seventy two year long story of the Wanderer.
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