Epilogue
My name is Horace Bagerley, my proper name, though I’ve been known as other things in other times and places. I was, am, and always will be a friend to Isobel Christmas Lemont, the messenger and heretic, and I will never deny that even with a spike hammered through my thumbnail. Even if they took my firstborn daughter, I would not deny her.
She saw what I was when I was nothing. And now it falls to me to finish her story.
I need to step in because Isobel isn’t present to tell the tale of what happened after Valley Forge, and she would want it told. We’re headed to find her now, Karena and me and our two-year-old daughter, Enid-Who-Lights-The-Sky-In-Morning, who was born on the morning after Isobel, Levi, and Paul left us. We’re driving one of the Herder trucks confiscated by t
