“I suppose I do,” Flavia said quietly, struck by the idea that somewhere, far in the future, other de Luces—perhaps even Feely or Daffy’s children, or grandchildren—would hear stories just like the ones she’d heard about Tar’s disgrace at Oxford, or Antony and William de Luce’s rancorous feud. The only difference being, they’d be about her instead. She hoped—and trusted—she’d be worthy of them.