Doyen, Do not weep for me. I chose this. To give my soul for the preservation of your great works, that your secrets may forever endure...it is more than this astrologer deserves. There can be no higher privilege. No greater honor. Our star is grown ascendant by your wisdom. This, you know. I have read it for your eminence many times, here in this tower. When I meet the All Seer, I will carry with me the endless pride of having known and served you, my doyen. My friend. My master of ages. My dearest Sidony. Farewell, Your Raul