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“Write it down, son, write it down” said the blind Maester.
It was the will. Rowan, the apprentice, tried to keep up, furiously writing with the feather. It was unique, a feather of the extinct giant eagle, and if anything, he wanted it as his Maester’s legacy to him.
“…the feather is to be given to…”
Me, he thought.
He wanted to tell his Maester that Jeremiah would never return, he made sure of that, but his courage failed him and the anguish of seeing that precious feather have no certain destiny made him scribble “…Rowan” instead.