“But well we know it is no place for an owlish little girl.”
“What are you doing in here? I thought you were at the trial.” …
“No one thinks you’re stupid.”
“Gebre Meskal doesn’t. Nor does my aunt. Nobody else matters.”
Telemakos again [had] that strange feeling of faint sadness, such as he had felt watching Sofya adorn Esato as a bride.
“The last person to wear this necklace was your brother Hector,” Telemakos said. “It was your father’s.”
“I don’t remember Hector. He died when we were very little, Esato and I. I remember my brother Priamos weeping for Hector, though, after the war in Himyar. My brothers and sisters are all so old, except Esato. I am alone, now.”