Extended Epilogue
Seven years later, Adrian stood in the doorway of the infirmary his wife had built out of a single sickroom, and watched something he never tired of watching, however many hundred times he had already watched it before.
Nell was at the long table with their daughter, the two of them bent close together over a length of clean linen bandage. Margaret, dark-eyed like her father and fearless in exactly the way her mother had warned him a daughter of theirs was likely to be, sat perched on the tall stool with her small tongue caught between her teeth in fierce concentration.