Back home, everyone looked to me for the rebellion and the spirit, and over time that had sickened me of it. That’s why, I remembered, geese take turns at the front when they migrate, because the front bird is working the hardest, and the others ride in its slipstream. So, rather sensibly, they drop back after a while, to catch their breath, and are pulled along while they recover. Men are not so wise. I felt like I had been the front goose for too long. Worn myself out. But here I could simply be one of the foot-soldiers and do basic, practical things with Anna and Ingrid, to help the birds.
