Some stories are true, others are true by a third, and some lie all the way to the last word—and only it kept the truth. People’s memory is shorter than their lives, and just as fragile as the pages of old books. Something gets forgotten, something gets added—truth is already hard to distinguish from fiction; they change it as they please. But the laws of magic are still higher than human laws, and the laws of blood are higher than the laws of magic. And if you want the truth—ask those in whose blood there is more magic than in the autumn mists and the little lights over the swamp.