50 years. [ She says it firmly over that thought. That she will not see the end. She is filled with that, all of a sudden. She could be drunk on it - hope. Pure, utter, hope. Choking her, swimming through her and making every movement hazy to herself. ] 50 years and they will be gone from my home.

[ But she forces her breath low, slow, easing herself. She cannot count it yet, completely. Satya had only told her of the British. Not of the Company. Irrevocably as they were linked, the Company's hold stretched further than the Empires. Trade often did. ] They are not all of the problem of course, but even so.