Chapter 10. From the Journal of Fortinbras Took, S.R. 1158

O Grandfa.

You have not the time to read my journal, or so they say. When I come to the study to ask a question, Uncle turns me away. When I bring my journal, pretending that you wish to see the progress of my handwriting, Uncle shakes his head and tells me I must come on the morrow. But when I come on the morrow he turns me away again.

Grandfa, I have heard the whispers. I must know.

Is it that you have lost your wits? Are you mad? Have they locked you away?