She allowed him to help her to his cart--- their cart, she reminded herself, and sat there silently for a time after he asked his question. It was no secret that Pony hated Harold, but would he be so cruel as to talk badly about the dead to his freshly widowed sister? Karen finally met his eyes, hers filled with such remorse that it was palpable, and she said in a broken little voice, "He was killed, Pony. Shortly after we married... I came lookin for ye not long after I put him in the ground, I just could not bear to be there in that house without him. He built it fer me, ye know? But it wasn't the same." Considering he died in her arms. She was not going to go into detail about his death.