“You are happy to be getting close to the City, aren’t you?” he asked. “I wish I were.” “Why shouldn’t I be? There I hope to find my kinsfolk; if I do not, the Lords will help me. And there you will find what you seek too, and be restored into your heritage.” “My heritage? I thought you thought me a Raze.” “You? Never! Surely you don’t believe, Falk, that it was the Shing that meddled with your mind? You said that once, down on the plains, and I did not understand you then. How could you think yourself a Raze, or any common man? You are not Earth-born!”
