Bedek and Gruntle talked about the old days, when they’d both worked the same caravans, and it seemed to Harllo that the past – a world he’d never seen because it was before the Rape – was a place of great deeds, a place thick with life where the sun was brighter, the sunsets were deeper, the stars blazed in a black sky and the moon was free of mists, and men stood taller and prouder and nobody had to talk about the past back then, because it was happening right now.
