Early dawn. Voices drift from the gate of the great clan house, but nobody else is awake to hear them. The two figures, one an older woman, one a young man, bear a strong resemblance to each other, heightened by the complex braids they each wear in their long, pale hair. "Anvar, you don't need to do this." "Does great-grandmother disapprove?" "She has decided not to say anything about it." She looks pained. "But, Anvar, it was a long time ago. Finding out what happened isn't going to change anything." "It will to me!" Anvar flares. "And - mother, I thought it mattered to you too?" "What I'm saying is, don't do it for my sake." She puts her hands on his shoulders. "If you go to the Great Library, do it for yourself. Do you understand?"