She took a breath, and spoke quickly, as if plunging into cold water. ‘It is hard to explain. When I was much younger, and I spoke of it, people thought that I was too full of myself. They tried to tell me that I could not be what I knew I was. Finally, I ran away from them. And when I did, I promised myself that I would no longer fear what other folk thought of me. I would keep to myself the future I knew lay ahead of me. I have shared my dreams and ambitions with very few others.’ ‘You are telling me nothing with many words,’ Paragon pointed out impatiently. ‘What, exactly, are you?’
