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I turn now to my mother. My father was gone, and I suppose that left me even more vulnerable than I already was. In truth, having a father had benefitted me little, but I soon found that not having one benefitted me even less.

I have mentioned in passing already that my mother was involved with the old religion. The truth is that she was a druid, a priestess of the old gods that the Concord of Saint Zoran stole and forced to fit the seven faces of their nameless One. For the...