To Aubrey Domergue

[Ioannes]

Lyrist Aubrey Domergue,

It is a shame, I should think, that time has not permitted us to meet on more than a single occasion. This I name tragedy; but we mustn't fret over these things. I have yet the time to learn from you, and to grow from your experience and acumen, but I have grown since coming into the College regardless.

So I ask you this; what would you have of me, that I seek your approval? I desire to wear upon my breast the livery of the Lost Hearth and to carry upon my shoulders that burden which joins it. I have toiled in upholding the honour of Grandmaster Elizabetha's Cinquefoil. I endeavored as a student towards works of noble verse. I have laid low Bashmukar, fought in the fell shadow of Abulmahhu, and I have stood for and shall continue to stand for equity in Ephia's Well, wearing proud that white lily.

There is much that lay ahead of us that is swift to come. The election for Sayburgh's seat, Bet Nappahi, and many other things besides. I especially wish to make myself a force for our Cinquefoil among the League of White, and rid us of these unsavory men who now fill the ranks of Vizier and Absolver and seek to wield it as a tool for their own ambitions.

Thus I bid, with the utmost respect; support me that I may better support you, my Lyrist, or lay for me a course I might pursue to that end. I think it would be better that we speak in person, but this is that my intent may be known to you. Call for me when it is convenient, or else, I shall always be swift to the quill.

Humbly yours,
Denain le Jonquille

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Ne'er shall we bow to tyrant's hand;
Nor wear the yoke of slavish chains;
Nor let the cunning, gilded grasp
enthrall the free in woven lies.

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