No more riddles, my friend. What is it you truly want? To keep on rewriting things, he said. Eleven years I took from you, Elspeth Spindle. When I go, I aim to leave you a better Blunder than the one I forged as King. I turned my name over in my mouth. Elspeth Spindle. I’m not sure who that is without you. You will learn. You’ll meet yourself—without me—soon enough.
Why am i crying
