"Fourteen years ago, I asked you to leave my son's grave," Carianaya says. "Now your young kinsman has offered his time freely to all who may have kin buried here. I... regret my discourtesy." She takes a breath. "As to what it was I came to see, it was you." "Me?" Inric sounds surprised. Anvar watches his uncle carefully, not sure of the underlying story. "Narayedaran returned home when the conflict began," Carianaya says. "He was offered a post with a fyel being sent to the Great Library. He refused because, he said, he did not wish to fight his friend Invarioneth." Inric's face does not change much, but Anvar notices the indrawn breath and the slight flinch, and if he could have put a name to Inric's expression, it would be "sorrow".