[ Harry Goodsir, for all his very real kindness and generosity of spirit, is also an ambitious man, and part of his motivation for joining the expedition was to make a name for himself. Even so, Fraser's words evoke a complicated mix of feelings that he doesn't know what to do with. Knowing what happened, what they did—what he did—and hearing the word inspiration from Fraser; these things don't seem to want to fit together in his mind. He gives Diefenbaker another headscritch, and his arm falls to his side. ]

It's strange to know that one is remembered. Even if it is not quite in the way one might wish to be remembered.