I felt I should walk down to the marshlands where, allegedly, I had come from, and lie down upon the wet grave that I had been told belonged to my mother, and die there. Just lie there and let the elements claim me so I could stop being the centre of this madness. I had become a grail. I had become the thing all these various, lethal parties were questing for. In all the grail myths, I wondered if anyone had ever given a second thought to how the grail felt about it all.
—Alizebeth Beta Bequin, Ravenor vs. Eisenhorn