Graca Machel was covered in a black headdress with her eyes shielded by sunglasses, placed
both hands on the raised coffin before turning away disconsolate.
At
each end of the casket stood two navy officers clad in white dress
uniform, heads bowed, eyes closed and swords pointing downward.
Underneath a perspex screen, Mandela lay, dressed in a printed brown shirt of the type that became his trademark.
Later, presidents, royalty and thousands of South Africans made their own pilgrimage.
Some
stopped briefly to pray, some bowed, some brushed against the rope
balustrade to get a closer look at the mortal remains of a man who had
earned a place in history long before his death.
Some collapsed, felled by the weight of their grief, before being helped away by medical personnel or fellow onlookers.
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