I knew I’d done something wrong. Wrong. When I found myself in the swamp. Swamp. Bootleby didn’t understand his Master Piece included killing me.

I’m tired, old and tired and I figured it was time for me to go but Beetleby missed that connection and sent me to the swamp instead. Mr Clickfinger is good, definitely better than me so I know I will leave my tower in good hands, or would have if he’d understood I was trying to kill him and he should fight fire with fire. Fire.

We can’t have too many wizards in the one area, it’s far to dangerous. Dangerous. It is time for me to go and for Bartleby Lightfinger (there, you see, I do know his name and can get it right when I choose) to take my tower but he always was obtuse. Obtuse.

There are events afoot in the kingdom of Trimador, events that need a young, first-class wizard, Bootleby should be that wizard. I can’t say much or it would spoil the book for you.