Katkin said stubbornly, “You did. The day I fell from the window. You saved my life, Dai. Do you not remember?”
He became very agitated at this. “There is a paradox? A paradox in the Gyre? I have failed, and yet...” A second later he gave a cry of agony and clutched his chest. Katkin caught him as he slumped over sideways, and arranged herself so his head could lie in her lap. Though his voice grew very weak, he doggedly continued with his tale. “The poison must have worked too quickly. Somehow I became disoriented on my journey to Rythis and I found myself in the future — the very distant future, many turns of the gyre from now. Further than any living Amaranthine can see. The Yrth was in ruins, and all her people enslaved to a cruel tyrant, named Maggrai. I wandered like a ghost through
