Maddoct

Day 60 Egg Milk
The Weather Hills

Bíld son of Bóurr to Maddoct son of Haddoct warm greeting and this special report.

Entry the tenth and last.

I suppose that this page ought to be a summary or conclusion and tell something of what I have learned in my two months of study at the Soothery, but composing my thoughts has been difficult. In this short time so much has transpired, a great rush of experiences and knowledge coming towards me as I have never before experienced. Even I have been changed, I suspect, though I think ultimately for the better.

Look at this! I haven't seen this journal for years. How time passes. Now what to write, well, I am already writing but nothing of importance. Let's try and write about the latest happenings. How do I start? From  the start. Let's see...

[At last this log is written in again, in that firm, upright, and elegant hand.]

Entry the eighth.

[Underneath one of Bíld's prettily-drawn filigrees is a drawing of a Man's body, the skeleton showing through an outline of flesh. The hand that rendered it is neither that of a skilled anatomist or pen-and-ink artist; it does, however, function as a reasonably clear schematic. The most attention and detail has been given to the long bones, which each have a measurement listed next to them.

Clay tosses and turns on the straw-filled bed he was currently laying on before twisting to look toward the fireplace in the room. Soft snores came from beside him as Ashnell slept, ever on guard in case Brikan or even worse horrors came to find Clay as he slept. Even if the room had not been asked about there were many that wished to keep the boy safe and sharing a bed was the far least of his troubles. The heat of the fire never seemed to warm the bed anyway. 

Mother,
 I know it has been a long time since I have written to you. Forgive me that. I have been with a collection of friends. I admit the trouble I have gotten into with them would make you give the sour face you had any time you caught me playing jests on the men of the camp. I will not go into detail for now. In a later letter to you I will write about all the trouble I have found myself in. I hope to have you meet Sir Maddoct, Sir Ramsay and, Sir Ashnell if you ever find a way to visit. You would enjoy their company greatly.