"I trust that God knows what's right." Galade glances away. "When the Voice told me that you were coming I was afraid. I thought, what will he be like? My father? Will he be glad to meet me, or will he hate me because of okaa-san, or will he be indifferent? What will I say to him? Will I look like him?" His voice has a soft, storytelling cadence, as though he were reciting an adventure. "But because I knew that you were coming I had time to prepare. It was the same when He told me that my mother would die. --I only remember being angry once. I was thirteen, and I met a girl my own age in the freightyard. I thought she was beautiful. But the Voice came to me in the evening and told me that I shouldn't look at her again, because there is only one woman I will ever love, and I may only be with her when my work is done. I couldn't understand that, when I was a boy." As if he isn't a boy now, at seventeen: but his face is solemn and earnest, searching Lanselos' for approval, or at least acceptance.