"My father? I—"
"You do not know?"
"All right—I don't know. Do you?"
"How could I not know? Can the maggot restrain its hunger? Can the Earth forget its orbit?"
"You know, but you're not talking. Is that it?"
Dawnspear shrugged again. "You would not want me to tell you," he said softly. "I see that, too."
"All right," Kesley said, irritated. "Forget all about that. Give me some other answers."
"If I can."
"The man named van Alen—is he dead?"
"No."