come from the Silent City and I will meet you, and we will be together, if only for an hour. But you must tell no one.” “An hour every year,” Tessa whispered. “It is not much.” She recollected herself then, and took a deep breath. “But you will live. You will live. That is what is important. I will not be visiting your grave.” “No. Not for a long, long time,” he said,