I felt – and this is difficult, son of mine. I felt that the world was changing. That I had let something loose that was changing the world, and I knew no better answer – for you – than to put you into the tutelage of the woman who taught me, the woman who twice ruled the aishidi’tat – and who remembers more of how things came to be than most still alive. I knew that you would see foreign things your mother and I would never understand. I knew you would not be ours when you came back, I knew, and I gave you to her.