The day after, when he opened his eyes, Domenir saw there were leaves of papyrus and a hand-writer&#39;s pen on the sheets. He collected them, and was surprised to realize all the leaves were blank. &ldquo;What kind of message is this?&rdquo;, he asked himself while raising on his arms and leaning his head on the headboard. He took from his nightstand the bell which he used every morning to call a carer charged to dress him, wash his face, help him getting on his chair and escorting him to breakfast. As soon as he had come before his foster-father, Domenir could not wait a second before asking for an explanation for the unusual handwriting set waiting for his wake on the sheets. &ldquo;What does it mean?&rdquo; he asked Helewen, while putting pen and scrolls on the table. Untroubled, the King was staring at the boy, and he promptly clarified any doubt about his reasons: &ldquo;You shall write my story, Nhalfo`rdon-Domenir. Thus the memories of an old King shall not get lost through his death&rdquo;, the Pirin an?nounced.<br />&nbsp;