I gave you a hairbrush, last time that we met
before getting sniped down by your bow in the fen,
and despite this, I cannot begin to pretend
that I did not count you a wonderful friend.

Though you warred for a cause that can never Renew,
and sent us all letters, reproachful reviews
of our magic; still, you were devoted and true.
Tiniest snack-
we ('cept for Enorian) miss you.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 25th of Lleian, in the year 7 AC.