“There may be a time coming for us when you won’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Me. Perhaps I shan’t understand myself.”
“You’ll always understand yourself, Io.”
“If that comes—when that comes—Ban, there’s something in the book, our book, that I’ve left you to read.”
“‘The Voices’?”
“Yes. I’ve fastened the pages together so that you can’t read it too soon.”
“When, then?”
“When I tell you ... No; not when I tell you. When—oh, when you must! You’ll read it, and afterward, when you think of me, you’ll think of that, too. Will you?”
“Yes.”