“What of the war with the enemy?”
“What of the war with the enemy?”
“We don’t know. We don’t know anything that happened since the day the ship left. Some of us believe the war must have been lost, and others think it was won, but hardly, and the few men left here were forgotten in the years of fighting. Who knows? If we survive, some day we’ll find out; if no one ever comes, we’ll make a ship and go find out.…” He was yearning, ironic. Rolery’s head spun with these gulfs of time and space and incomprehension. “This is hard to live with,” she said after a while.
