"Why me?" Anvar demands. "Why can't you take it?" "Because you are in large part responsible for it. And I doubt I will be welcome at the Wyrte." "Great-grandmother..." Anvar trails off. "Disagreed with my decisions," Inric says mildly. "As did you." Anvar looks away. "I... all right. I'll take it. But first..." He turns back to Inric. "I'm taking the blessing to father's grave. Do you want to come?"