8
Argyve entered the library upstairs, intent on writing a letter for High Lord Tarkyn.
Jayhan looked up from his labours with multiplication and beamed at him. “Hello. What are you doing here?”
Argyve glanced apologetically at Eloquin, “I have come to write an important letter. I will try not to disturb you.”
“Don’t worry,” said Eloquin, “Jayhan is already champing at the bit. He knows that when he has finished the ten questions I have given him, he can go.”
Unfortunately, Jayhan immediately interpreted this to mean he could chat to Argyve as long as he liked, provided he did the ten questions before he left the room. “There’s a little writing desk in the corner. It a special desk, called an escr… escritoire, with lots of little drawers full of pens and paper and things.” He pulled h
