Chapter 13I recovered in time, graduating from my sick bed to short walks in the wooded area around our cave. Justine proved to be a good woman, and a fair cook. Dovan was entirely a different man than I had supposed him to be. He was wholly paternal, giving and caring. He often carried me back to my bed when my ambitions took me further away than I had strength to return.
In those nights and weeks of nights we talked, often at great length about his brothers, about history, the people we had known. I found he had paid attention to my life, followed it as it were. He knew my children, those who had survived and had taken time to look in on each of them before returning to claim me from my grave. He told me of the descendants of my mortal family, the sons of his loins. They had grown far a
