Only a Conglomerate of Liars, Unjust, and Wrongteousness would dare ask
a woman of my age and senility to give up the one possession that truly
brings her joy, no matter what power and potential it holds.

I will not be burying my instrument in the Reate for the following
reasons; my failing knees will not carry me such a distance, and my
aching back will not permit me to dig a hole. In addition to these very
valid and pressing reasons, I shall only ever bequeath my instrument of
supreme beauty and ultimate delight on He or She Whom Possesses the
Dexterity of Nostril Beyond Any Mortal Reckoning, as detailed in the
Prophecy of Nasal Musicians, Chapter 7, verses 9 to a quarter. Until
such time that He or She Whom Possesses the Dexterity of Nostril Beyond
Any Mortal Reckoning should care to emerge, I shall bare the Beloved
Noseflute as its guardian and keeper until the much dreaded time it
decays, dark may that day be.

Your threats have fallen upon deaf ears. Quite literally, for my hearing
is going.

Yours,

Blessed Loxley Rhuidean-Fel'Amrit, Bearer of the Noseflute.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ferinus, in the year 517 AD.