Silently , in a dreamdreamshe had comecometo him after her deathdeath, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes givinggiveoff an odour of wax and rosewood , her breath , that had bentbentupon him , mute , reproachful , a faint odourodourof wetted ashes .
He bentbentover his sacked riding outfit , and undidundoit , revealingreveala wonderful saddle of stamped leather inlaid on skirt and cantle with more beaten silver .