The dim gray eyes reddened, edged with water’s gleam. “I am too old to start over.” “You have more years ahead of you now than Pejar, half your age, whom we buried outside these walls these two days past. Stand before his grave and use your gift of breath to complain of your limited time. If you dare.” He jerked a little at the steel in her voice. “I offer you an honorable new beginning. I do not guarantee its ending. Attempts fail, but not as certainly as tasks never attempted.”
