You couldn't have known I would come here, not after two months, not in dead winter.
I chose to trust that you would come.
Why?
Because if you had turned your back on your name, on the riddles you must answer; if you had gone back to Hed alone, unprotected, to accept the death you knew must come – then it wouldn't have mattered where I went, whether to Erlenstar Mountain or the bottom of the sea.