Scholar's Summary

History... myth... the remnant, preserved for a later generation, not as an exemplar, but an albatross.

The world was all but destroyed. For generations, nothing but merest survival. Except, among the remnant, stories.

Time rose like smoke away from the flames, in a line that bent this way and that, but ever ascended. Away, above.

When light dawned again, the world belonged, as always, to Golias, the man of strength, numbers, technology.

The remnant were identified, herded together, driven into the wilderness.

The world became what Golias said it was. The remnant were forgotten. There were no stories, no past, no history. Only now.

The remnant perished, but their stories survived, passed from one exiled, sickly generation to the next.