Highsun, the height of summer, and the season had been unusually bright and warm so high in the
Everything was as it always had been for Cadderly-at least, that's what the young scholar tried to
convince himself. Percival was at play in the sunshine; the library was secure and peaceful once more;
the lazy remainder of summer promised leisure and quiet walks.
As it always had been.
Cadderly dropped his chin into his palm, then ran his hand back through his sandy brown hair. He
tried to concentrate on the peaceful images before him, on the quiet
summer world of the Snowflake Mountains, but eyes looked back at him from the depths of his mind:
the eyes of a man he had killed.
Nothing would ever be the same. Cadderly's gray eyes were no longer so quick to turn up in that
boyish, full-faced smile.
Determinedly this time, the young scholar poked the quill into the ink and smoothed the parchment
Entry Number Seventeen
by Cadderly of Carradoon
Appointed Scholar, Order of Deneir
Fourth Day of Eleasias, 1361 (Year of the Maidens)
It has been five weeks since Barjin's defeat, yet I see his dead eyes.
Cadderly stopped and scribbled out the thought, both from the parchment and from his mind. He
looked again out the window, dropped his quill, and rubbed his hands briskly over his boyish face. This
was important, he reminded himself. He hadn't made an entry in more than a week, and if he failed at
this year quest, the consequences to all the region could be devastating. Again the quill went into the
It has been five weeks since we defeated the curse that befell the Edificant Library. The
most distressing news since then: Ivan and Pikel Bouldershoulder have left the library, in
pursuit of Pikel's aspirations to druidhood. I wish Pikel well, though I doubt that the
woodland priests will welcome a dwarf into their order. The dwarves would not say where
they were going (I do not believe they themselves knew). I miss them terribly, for they,
Danica, and Newander were the true heroes in the fight against the evil priest named Barjin-if
that was his name.
Cadderly paused for a few moments. Assigning a name to the man he had killed did not make things easier
for the innocent young scholar. It took him some time before he could concentrate on the information
necessary to his entry, the interview he had done with the interrogating priests.
The clerics who called back the dead man's spirit warned me to take their findings as probable