Malshash nodded. “You stepped through time to get here,” he explained in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Or, more to the point, you stepped outside of time. For a moment—a millionth of a millionth of a moment, and an eternity—you existed elsewhere.” Davian gave a humorless laugh. “I don’t understand a word of what you just said.” Malshash sighed. “You will. Or at least you’ll need to, if you ever hope to return to your own time.” Davian paused midbite. “What do you mean?” Malshash looked at him, expression serious. “This moment here, now? It is about seventy or so years before you were born.”
