Now he seemed to be staring into a distance of time, not space. “Perhaps we talked like that when we were young.”
“Then you should talk like that again. There must never be another Maes Far.”
“Perhaps I will be able to learn enough to make such a thing possible, but I'm nowhere near doing so yet. So much is hidden or destroyed. You know how powerful they are.”
“Between us we can get somewhere. You can guide, and I can act.”
His mouth opened and closed as he tried to decide how to reply. “No. I don't want your death on my conscience. I didn't put all that effort into keeping you alive so you could go and get yourself killed.”
It was, perhaps, an attempt at humour. She ignored it. “This isn't your choice, it's mine. This is what I want to do.”
“It is a dangerous life. Dangerous and lon
