"I'm sorry about what I called you," the Sage says to Inric as the ship sails further from Ardrigor. "In our legends, our forefathers battled demons when they came to these islands. I always thought they were people from a long way away. Like you." "I think that is unlikely," Inric says. "We have no records of battles here." "Really?" Her face falls. "You don't have any similar legends?" "Why do you care so much about so long ago?" Mathea asks, irritation in her voice. "The stories we tell about where we come from matter," Magistra Colle says equably. "They shape our view of ourselves and our decisions. Which reminds me, I need to talk to the steersman."