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Speaking of good news, Mara decided, as she wove her way through corridors busy with holiday revelers, that she would not tell Karigan the news of battles, of Riders who had died, about Estral Andovian’s loss of speech, or that Estral’s father, the Golden Guardian of Seliuan specifically asked, of course Mara would not lie to her

When she reached the , she found its halls filled with the scent of healing herbs and the ath, when she was here for so long while being treated for her burns, she’d thought of itfor Rider G’ladheon?" an apprentice asked

"Yes," Mara replied

"Fifth door on the right"

"Thank you How is she doing?"

"I believe she is doing well Earlier, she requested a pen, ink, and paper"

That was good, Mara thought She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d find when she saw Karigan, but requesting writing i Perhaps she wanted to write to her father

But when she entered Karigan’s roo she was The papers were scattered around, dark with ink Apparently the paper had not been enough, for Karigan had written on her ar words to the wall

"Karigan?" Mara said froe over her eye was disconcerting, though not as disconcerting as seeing her covered in her oriting

"Mara?" Karigan hurried over and halted, her one eye darting about She raised an ink-stained hand to touch Mara’s face--the side scarred by flaet a one an murmured "Fastion Fastion had a burned face" She hurried back to the wall to write on it so--lists, naarbled with odd syan, what is all of this?"

"Enmorial Memory, before it all fades Before it’s unmade" She scribbled on the wall and snapped the nib "Daan, but then she started pacing in a circle "Cade, Cade, Cade," she an or slap her She was about to fetch a an halted and looked up "I need to tell theht past her and down the corridor, ink-blotched nightgown fluttering around her

THE TALE IS TOLD