Reijiri, clearly with the agility of practice, took a boost from one of his aishid, and clambered up to stand atop the engine. - C. J. Cherryh

But how could anybody of her generation pull all those hours of recorded history up, and listen to all of it, and understand it? You’d have to live all the hours of all those negotiations, and all the simultaneous other hours of every other record, and you still wouldn’t get the gestalt of having grown up in it. You knew more, viewing it from the perspective of another generation, because the hidden things came out, but you knew less, too, because the context that made it all make sense had gone away.

Trouble didn’t just come in threes: it gathered passengers as it went, and crashed nastily into bystanders.

It had been a parting-gift, from a man he had begun to love, one he had wished had been his father. But in Morgaine's service there were only partings - and deaths.