Prologue (part 2)
The old man stirred and woke up, sensing the nearness of the young man.
“If your ready then so am I,” the old man said with a weak horse voice. The boy sat with a quill and paper ready, preparing to write the things that his master was going to say.
“You may begin to write, my friend and pupil, but do not change a single word I utter for it must be written as I tell my story,” he said with an even weaker voice. The boy nodded his agreement and sat poised, ready to write.
The old man stirred and woke up, sensing the nearness of the young man.
“If your ready then so am I,” the old man said with a weak horse voice. The boy sat with a quill and paper ready, preparing to write the things that his master was going to say.
“You may begin to write, my friend and pupil, but do not change a single word I utter for it must be written as I tell my story,” he said with an even weaker voice. The boy nodded his agreement and sat poised, ready to write.
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