It’s now three days until Josym’s inauguration into the knighthood, and four days until his birthday celebration...and the other notable event of the night. In preparation for the reception, my benefactor, Lord Reunahn, has decided to prepare a grand oration in his nephew’s honor. It is supposed to be recited during the banquet, which is an odd return to the great fetes of the past, when this type of entertainment was common. “I’ve come across an old disc that I haven’t seen in years.” “Sir, you haven’t changed a bit.” “Ah, you flatter a nearly old man. I’m afraid the years have altered me.”