Getting though the chamber, beyond the doorway of grief.
It will take many days, hours, breaths. And you will know each of them. The dead, some say, take a journey of trials that lasts 42 days. Your journey will be that long, but when the grief ends, the good begins. And in the end, you will have to know, it will end.

The Friedman clan, the Aynists, the Capitosers, they come under many cloaks, carry many shields, but they want the same thing. They want their freedom, even if it means your enslavement. When they want you to fight, it is for them, and theirs.

For them paradise is small, remote, protected. It includes few people and is away from you. It could fit on a barge. It could travel to another planet, wrapped in the frozen head of a founder.