Inric tips his head back against the wall, remembering the lessons from his childhood, when he'd sat on a rug-strewn floor with nine other children for an hour every morning. What had the teacher said? "The Great Accord is the beginning of properly recorded history. Who can tell me where we can find out about our history?" She smiled at the class, and at the small child waving her hand next to Inric. "Yes, Seyinethiril?" "The Great Library?" "Well done! That's where all our records are stored. Yes, Invarioneth, what is it?" "What about the history from before the Great Accord?" "Well, of course things happened. But we don't have reliable records. Some will be stored in individual clanholds, but much is lost to us. But we have plenty to work with since the Accord, so don't worry!" "But what if I want to know what happened before?" He had persisted, less because he wanted to know and more because he was being awkward. "Then you had better hope that you are lucky, and that the clan holding the records still has them."