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“Rahl…how are you coming on Tales of the Founders?” In the light of a spring afternoon, Kian glanced across the workroom toward his younger son, seated behind the battered but spotless oak copying table. The two south windows were glazed and overlarge for the workroom, but the light they provided made the work far easier.

“I’ve just finished the embellishments on the bottom of the last page in the fourth chapter.” The black-haired apprentice scrivener smiled politely. “I’m copying those exactly as they are. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Rahl knew well that was what his father desired, but he’d also learned that such questions reassured the master scrivener.

“After you finish that, would you check the next batch of ink? I worry about the latest oak galls we got from Clyndal…and the iron-brimstone.” Kian carefully set the copper-tipped iron-pointed pen down on the blotting pad, well away from the inkwell. “Folks don’t take the care they used to, not at all. It was bad enough in my father’s time, but these days…”

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