"She's right, lad," Marley intoned. "Me and Bill are here, too, but I'm just a knight, and he's ... well, more than he seems, but he's not the heir. Same for Miss Beety; for all she's Morrigan's proxy and in mine and Bill's heads, and vice versa, and all that, She's not you. The point is, you're milady's heir, and that makes you the one who takes over if something happens - even if it only happens temporarily, and even if it's been a lifetime by your own reckoning since you were here and now last. I know firsthand how hard it can be to jump the dimensions and keep a clear head, but if a muddleheaded, glorified clock mechanic like me can do it, you can too. Keep your head, we need you." Marley broke off. "Blast, I sound like my Dad just before I went off to war. But it's true nonetheless."