memoirs of helewen. pirin. new ed. (le). vol. 1

The next day, when he opened his eyes, Domenir found on top of the blankets some papyrus sheets and an amanuensis pen. He picked them up and was surprised to find that they were all blank pages. "What kind of message is this?" he asked himself, lifting himself up with his arms and leaning his back against the headboard. He took from the bedside table the bell with which, every morning, he called the attention of a caregiver charged with dressing him, washing his face, helping him into his chair and accompanying him to breakfast. Upon reaching the godfather's presence, Domenir did not wait a moment to ask for an explanation of the unusual scribal outfit that awaited him on the blankets when he woke up. "What do they mean?" asked Helewen, laying pen and scrolls on the table. Unperturbed, the king continued to stare at the boy, and promptly removed any doubt from his mind as to the reason for that gesture: "You will write my history, Nhalfòrdon-Domenir. So that the memories of an old king will not be lost with his death," the Pirin ruled.