Thierry Pires' journal

Journal entry

 * [Part of a journal, only latest entries legible, remaining pages stuck together with dried blood]


 * I cursed every day I had to grovel and toil for Count Crespi. Now I curse every day I cannot serve him. Now I know why he was so harsh, so domineering, so quick to anger. One cannot remain calm and good-natured when so many troubles crop up every day in one vineyard! Now I, as steward of Belgaard, must deal with each of them… The geologist the count hired before his tragic death has disappeared. With him went the hefty sack of crowns we sent him and the study we had hired him to complete. Tilly Field is infested with giant centipedes, and a breathless page just ran up to inform me something’s attacked the northern vines. Enough writing, I’m off to see what all the panic’s about...