And the Wheel of Time turns, still slowly at first, and as the children grow, faster and faster. The desire for answers feels less important now, especially when the grandchildren begin to bear children of their own. Xavier rarely thinks of Kye Gompa any more, or why he came here, or his father and the paintings that drove him mad, because he is surrounded by so much love; who he was before he arrived, the hate and loathing that festered and grew like a cancer inside him, now feels like a nightmare from which he has finally awoken. And then the Mongols return.
