‘What else do you think Paragon is, save a human veneer of memories over battling dragons? In quarrelling with one another for mastery, they allowed me ascendance. When I say “I”, I scarcely know what I mean.’ He sighed suddenly. ‘That was what Kennit gave me, and what I shall miss most. A sense of self. A sense of kinship. When he was aboard me, I had no doubts as to my identity. You see him as blood-shedding pirate. I recall him first as a wild and lively boy, full of joy in the wind and waves.
