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What my pen wrote
I am Argstil, I'm writing, directed by my master's hand, such is my destiny: transcribing the madness of a human being. But, he uses me well and it's all that matters for me. Perhaps one day I shall be a sacred object too as the Etymological Dictionary of Coptic Language is for him . Even though I will remain just a pen, I'll have had someone who will have loved me. And, as I may survive to him I would be sad to belong to another. Concerning me I always shall be Argstil, the Citadel Conceptor's pen...
Master, friend, you who hold me and care for me, never lose me, I don't want to belong to anyone but you.
Master, friend, I have made a scribe out of you, don't forget it, never, I exist thanks to you...
Jo stil scyrl oz 
Sod Argstil, scod, widj bi u man an jo nep, taw syd jo stin: sro-scihl u xaws an y om. Ma, uzyed aqh iw ej syd pah lee ahpyd to'qh. Pee di y dil sorf y jer ot aqh saj cwaj syd u Coptw Gen Motlig to'bhm. Iv si storf qihp y stil, jornf yhn ci majyhrnf aqh. Ej, cwaj mjorf swidqa yejc sorq tris ana y ytvh. To'qh sorf qehp Argstil, u Argtxepor stil...
Nep, fil, ejs ci zed aqh ej ojc, amt' ajm aqh, cwod on ana y ytvh da'js.
Nep, fil, forl ejs y scrib, blegh on oz, ajm, viwod iw-ic ejs...
