Yet people were predominantly forward-looking and hopeful, and by their nature they could not, would not, burden themselves constantly with the horrific memories that were necessary if such folly was to be prevented in future.
Balance was all. To remember all was to choke the future with the vomit of the past. To forget all was to leave the ground fallow for its re-creation.
‘A deci for your thoughts,’ a voice said, interrupting his reverie. It was Estaan. He jumped up on to the wagon.
He was smiling broadly and Antyr responded as he moved along the seat to make a space for him. ‘They’re worth more than that,’ he said with a profound shake of his head. ‘I’ve just solved all the world’s problems.’
Estaan declined the seat and remained standing on the edge of the platform, supporting him
