There was just the same family group as you see now.

I remember it quite clearly, for your father went away to Chiltistan the next day, and never came back.

It was the last time I saw him, and we were both young and full of all the great changes we were to bring about." He smiled, half it seemed in amusement, half in regret.
"We talked of the Road, of course.

Well, there's just one change.

The old woman, sitting there with the shawl upon her shoulders now, was in those days the young woman rocking the cradle and working with her needle.