I don't know. [Myri smooths the pages down with her hands.] I never knew my family.

I think it's a different sort of loss of memory than the rest. I remember Magretha and the fire... and all those years running from Moncriith. But the way the witchwomman told it, I arrived at her door as a babe. She says I couldn't have been older than two. I could tell her nothing more than my name.