"There wasn't anyone else there." Anvar hangs up his cloak. "It seemed deserted until she showed up." "What about In - your uncle?" "He was away." He eyes his mother. "She called him 'Inric', by the way." His mother takes a sharp breath. "What is it?" "Don't you think that's rather sad?" "I thought it was funny," Anvar admits. "Yes, he probably does too."